He's welcomed back into the press of the party as if the conflict of five minutes before is completely forgotten. Hands clap him on the shoulders as he walks passed, and as he sits down, someone lays the lower section of the beak on the table next to his plate. It's been cleaned and polished, and someone has crafted a leather holder for it, so it can be used as a drinking cup.

"Everything all right?" Tars says to him as he settles beside the Jeddak.