Barriss dreams.
She dreams her master stands before her. Slowly removing the garments that keep her at a distance. Running fingers through that rarely-seen hair. Lying down beside her.
She dreams of touching that flawless skin, first with her fingers, then lips and tongue. Sweeping over forehead, cheekbones, jawline. Down her neck, across collarbones. Tracing between, around breasts and nipples. Lower still, down her belly, burying herself in the moist folds between those perfect thighs.
She startles awake when Luminara throws an arm over and pulls her close, nuzzling at her neck.
Barriss is content. She knows dreams come true.