Zerath was dressed for the occasion in his Jedi Wanderer robes- indistinguishable from other similar light armors worn around the galaxy- and a matching dark brown blindfold wrapped around his eyes. A wooden staff a little longer than one meter in length was held in his hands; infused with the Force, it was his weapon of choice after losing his lightsaber defending Lothal.
Much of Zerath's misgivings about this appointment stemmed from the fact that he had no idea what kind of mentor he would be. One training class did not a master make, and he wasn't sure what his teaching style was... or if he even had a teaching style. What if I'm not a good master at all? What if I'm not patient enough... or if I'm too patient and she learns bad habits? Zerath was all for the mentoring and training of the future generations of Jedi, but suddenly the prospect of being responsible for their journey weighed on him. The other doubts he had stemmed from his current mission; if Zerath had had his way, he'd have met Zana on one of the meditation trails back on Yavin in order to get a sense for her passions and interests, a well as their compatibility as master and apprentice. As it was, she would be joining him just as he ventured into the Coruscanti underworld in search of a drug kingpin's hideout.
Zerath did his best not to let his internal conflict show as he opted to smile in welcome as the landing ramp opened to allow its passengers to disembark. You can do this, Z he reminded himself.
@Sreeya