Mhm.

And eventually they come to her home. Perhaps they were expecting something like a fortress, or a palace, but instead it's a group of modest adobe buildings - garage, main house, and newly built guest house, with the glimpse of a garden and a smaller structure, perhaps a barn, behind them. The dusty courtyard they all face features a tall metal statue, a fire circle, and a tree-shaded well against the front of the Sith's house.

She comes out to greet them as the speeders stop. "Hello again. Was the ride in okay?"

"It was fine."

Nod. "You can go ahead and get settled in, and give me a more detailed description of what we're dealing with over dinner, all right?"

(Daisy is putting their speeder away already; there isn't room in the garage for two, but there's a shaded bay next to the guest house.)

"That sounds fine. Thank you."

"'Welcome. Come by if you need anything, too." And she heads back inside.

They unpack insofar as they can. 

Karzel is vaguely unsettled.

"You alright?"

"Nothing's--wrong, but--"

Nod. 

They're left alone all afternoon; an hour or so before sunset, Dusk knocks on their door.

Ekkreth opens the door. "Hello."

"Hi. Diner's ready; I can bring it over, but the workroom will probably be more comfortable."

She glances back inside. "We'll come over."

She nods and leads the way.

The workroom is obviously well-used; it's been tidied up, but there are still bins of parts along the wall, and the table has the stains and scars of a work surface under the place settings and dishes of food. Practicality doesn't preclude decoration, though; the wooden cabinet standing against the back wall is decorated with a swirl of metal insets, and a rainbow of jewel-toned cloths hang draped from the walls wherever there's space.

Daisy is already sitting at the table; Dusk takes a seat next to her, leaving the two settings on the perpendicular side of the table for her guests.

"...I have to admit, you're not what I expected."

"I can imagine. We," she inclines her head at Ekkrith, including her in the category, "aren't so common, especially where a Jedi would ever encounter us."

"Can you clarify what you mean by we?"

"Sane Sith. Ones who don't just assume power is worth it at any cost, who think about what we're doing with our lives." She shrugs. "I'm pretty sure he doesn't have anything of value for you, but that you're asking the question at all shows me you are one."

"How do you--"

"Hmm?"

"Stay sane?"

"Ah."

"We pay attention, to what we want and how we're going about getting it - whether what we're doing really is that, or we're getting distracted. And why we want it, too - not that there are wrong reasons, the way you think there are, but there are better and worse ones for a particular person, and courses of action that don't make sense for a given reason. We can still get lost, keeping hold of that - Force knows I did - but we can find our way back, too."

"...You did?"

"Yeah. Force burnout, not -" handwave. "I'm better, now; coming up on two years since the last time I slipped."

"Good."