Reminding herself he's there is one of Ibani's motives in touching him so often, given his frustrating habit of hiding himself from the Force, her primary sense. She's glad to have his ankle rest against hers.

"That's entirely possible," Ibani replies, smiling wryly. "I'm sure I'll be able to find danger enough for both of us, circumstances being what they are." Ibani's plan to take the throne, reform the Empire, find a middle ground between Sith and Jedi, is going to be very dangerous indeed!

"If you're willing to be dragged along?" She starts cutting up the avian roast.