The noise behind them was terrifying but nevertheless, Lyla stopped not far into the tunnel - and without her pull, so did Enrik - because she felt it: The death behind her, the presence of the Padawan who healed her head disappearing from existence. She was beyond scared and every instinct told her to keep running but her legs wouldn't do it on their own and that feeling, this distinct sense of loss was like a kick in the head, something she was very familiar with. She let go of Enrik's hand and felt compelled to go back, to help the others or die with them, stumbling back towards the entrance of the room and reaching it just in time to watch Master Worror and the Jedi Knight cut off their pursuers and collapse the ceiling right on top of them, or so she hoped.

And both of them looked exhausted, more so than she'd ever seen a senior member of the order - they had fought and protected the rest of them on their own and, as a result, they could not save everyone. She knew that she could have collapsed that room, she [b]knew[/b] that she could have helped them in some way and maybe saved somebody, but in that moment of panic, she had taken comfort in following the Master's command and relying on the others to make things right; at a subconscious level, she hadn't quite understood that in the new reality they faced, she couldn't do that, she couldn't just run away. The Masters, the Knights, the Padawan... maybe some were still alive out there, somewhere among the stars, but there couldn't be too many of them. For all she knew, this handful around her was all that was left. And yet...

And yet Master Worror came over to them, doing his best to mask his exertion from them, speaking calm and comforting as ever and treated them like children... like the children they had been before all this. Maybe he, too, hadn't quite accepted yet that all that was before was shattered. Lyla was sure that he remembered their talks, that he was aware of where she was born, where she lived and how vital that knowledge could be to them now and yet he didn't pressure her, acted as naturally as always, gave her a choice when, really, the only thing to do was to swallow her tears and face her fears, at least for now.

"Not in these service tunnels, no", she spoke before Enrik could find his voice again, "but I've been below the temple before. If..."
It was harder than she thought to say it, to declare to all of them that she could help them survive; the prospect of such responsibility made her almost as nervous as the clones themselves. But she took a deep breath and continued:
"If we can reach sublevel 5 or below, I can lead us wherever you want. I think I remember almost everything below that level in this sector."