It had been so long. So terribly long. The galaxy, as it does, changed under her nose and she had remained none the wiser in her dormancy. The threat of Darth Raze had been one to real, to imminent, only for the skies to rain down and eliminate him once more. Power changed hands every passing day but even through Sah'ra's hibernation, there remained one strong enough to maintain a hold and grow her influence. There was only one who's very presence demanded loyalty.
Sah'ra could not pass on the opportunity to return to the Dark Lord and, potentially, claim influence in her own right. Her sudden disappearance on Arkania had left her vulnerable in ways beyond the physical. In time she would corral what remained of her assets but it was imperative that she ascertain her standing with Darth Tempest, seek redemption if it was required. To simply vanish without a trace was unbecoming of a Sith of any rank, let alone one who held the title of Master. Sah'ra knew this meeting came with the chance of being stripped of what little she had left but it was a risk that had to be taken, to be faced with dignity, before her life could proceed.
Sah'ra walked towards the throne from which Tempest ruled the world of Thule, immediately dropping to one knee and bowing her head as she grew near enough for discussion. While the Sith Master often preferred to adorn her body with finery, she instead opted to dress in plain attire for this meeting with the intent of not signaling any degree of what could be interpreted as unearned extravagance. In one arm she carried an ancient leather backed tome, held tightly to her hip. An offering for the Dark Lord from the libraries of Krayiss II after discovering it before her untimely disappearance. It was, after all, unbecoming to enter one's home without a gift. She only hoped the Dark Lord shared her interests in the arcane...
There she would stay, muted until called upon. The Force was strong here, difficult to ignore, but there was no denying that its energy swirled around the Master as she knelt, unthreatening but present all the same. She remained calm, still, silent, respectful. This was, after all, Tempest's domain.