Keilara nodded at Kraytan and his offered comfort, finding herself a little more willing to believe his words than her own. The tall padawan straightened back up and joined the gathering group. Without argument, she took her place in the formation between the Jedi and the younglings and followed Deja as she lead on. She tired her best to ignore the corpses that littered the ground at their destination in a hall off the cargo bay. Never mind the fragments of temple that lay scattered around smoldering, some even still on fire, and the doors that had been blasted away. IT was too much for her to allow to sink in yet. So many had given their lives, some before they even knew what was happening. Have we really been betrayed by a Sith and the clones?
Peering in to the cargo bay, it certainly looked that way. The young Vahla swallowed quietly, but rather hard, when Deja indicated that they would need to engage the clones. There were so many of them! Her hand drifted to grip the lightsaber at her thigh. A cold shock of fear ran through her before she managed to wrestle it back into control. Odds seeming against or not, she couldn't let the fear control her. She would not allow the calling of her blood to fight through and let the fear become anger and lead her astray. Steeling herself, she gave the barest of nods to affirm to herself that she was willing and ready to follow the Temple Guards orders. She hoped Kraytan would catch up in time to move on the clones with them, more help offered better chances. She glanced at the younglings and began to find it even easier to hold back her blood-encouraged emotions. They would need all the help and protection they could get, even if it was just from a padawan like herself.
After a moment, she found her voice enough to quietly ask Deja, "How long do you think we have before we need to move on them?"