~Raile~
Raile feels a sense of contentment coming from Garreth and so assumes that the other is not injured, merely resting. He sits back into a meditative position and thinks on how he can sense Garreth. The only conclusion he can come to is that both had exerted a great deal of the Force. In Raile's case, the Force had not been focused, but merely a maelstrom of energy. Pushing himself in such a manner must have truly exposed him, and the raw emotions would've made him susceptible to the Force. Garreth had been trying to purge darkness from Raile, and so the Force that he had been exerting was focused and aimed directly at Raile himself. Perhaps the combination of such things had forged the weak bond as Raile could feel it now. It certainly was not as strong as the bond with his old Master had been, but it was just as certainly more than the mere kinship in the Force that two Jedi normally felt.
Raile takes a few deep breaths and stands, noting Garreth's even breaths. He turns in the direction that his old Master's saber had flown and begins walking, feeling out for it. Finally, several yards away, Raile feels the saber and uses the Force to pull it to his hand. He regards it with momentarily sad eyes. The focusing lens had been destroyed and the crystals knocked out of alignment. But as he focuses further, he finds the lens is not destroyed, merely knocked out of place. He allows himself to feel the mild joy as he returns to the clearing and sits down cross-legged again.
He holds the misaligned hilt out in front of himself with both hands palm up. He slowly levitates the saber into the air a bit and begins dismantling it with the Force. After the pieces are apart, he straightens and corrects the small errors he finds, smoothing dents and dimples with the Force. Then he begins the painstaking process of aligning the power-source with the crystals and lens, feeling the minute hairs of difference with the Force, until everything is as it should be. He then reassembles the lightsaber and allows it to fall back into his hands. He stands and activates it, the clear hiss cutting the silence of the clearing as the saber is brought back to full functionality. He waves it a few times before deactivating it and walking a few meters further away from Garreth.
Raile begins to meditate standing, clearing his mind, and begins flowing from stance to stance in a kata. Without hesitation his flowing hands draw forth both his own lightsaber from over his shoulder, and his old Master's from his belt, and ignites them both. He moves fluidly, allowing the sabers to be a part of himself, the kata resembling more a dance than a fight. Raile's best meditation always seemed to happen when he was in the middle of a saber kata. Even in battle, Raile had always understood more than other times. He's a Guardian through and through, and his lightsabers are expressions of himself, drawing beautiful lines and fans of intense light through the calm air.