Plenty know better than me. [ Jessica corrects her gently. ] Far more have the skills honed better than I. Those are the women who become the Truthsayers and Reverend Mothers. I was designated to be a concubine--and therefore a Sister in rank.

[ Far more may cause me to leave Leto's side. Paul's side. ]

I am forbidden to tell him just as you are. [ A tremble in her voice betraying her emotions. Paul will conquer the test. He must. ] Men are not trained in our ways... and any who have and tried the test have died. There are reasons why he is to be tested, beyond just that fact, but I am not in the position to speak of them. Not unless the Supreme Reverend Mother demands it be shared. Or, unless, you join the ranks of the Sisterhood. Formally.

[ A sharp inhale to attempt once more to calm herself. She had guided and trained Bastila to pass the Gom Jabbar. Paul will most certainly. Fear is not needed nor trepidation. I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. ]

I would rather you conduct yourself a woman of court and help remind Paul that his place is not one of simply following his heart. [ Jessica levels a distinct look at her would be adopted daughter. ] If you were to ask Paul to follow you into the desert? The ocean? He would. You have a power over his heart, Bastila. One that you may not fully realize or utilize. One that I hope you would not need to... but the Sisterhood has the demands of all of us.

Ones we do not always wish to act on.