Nine, meanwhile, slides over to sit closer to Kai-Zi.

"Thank you for helping us the other day. Are you all right?"

He nods.

"Nothing Force-healing couldn't fix. You seem like you're doing better too."

"Mmhmm."

"Daisy has been very helpful. And the Sith, too."

He nods.

"They're pretty helpful people. This is a good place to be if you're lost and confused."

"Yeah."

"Are you going to be around for a while?"

He nods.

"Probably, yeah. That okay?"

He goes still; Daisy notices quickly. "Yes, it's fine," she interjects, and then goes back to her conversation with Dusk.

"- fine," Nine repeats, a little vaguely, and then more normally: "It's fine."

It takes him a moment to figure out what must have happened.

"Oh. Sorry. Must mess with your brain."

He nods. "Daisy says it should get better in a few months."

"I guess you must need practicing with, uh, making choices in general. We're lucky we get to do that from the beginning."

He gestures to himself and Dusk.

He nods. "Droids aren't for this. But they want me to try anyway."

"Making choices is pretty great once you get used to it."

He goes still again; Daisy doesn't jump in this time.

"If you say so," he offers, eventually.

He looks a little concerned, but doesn't say anything about it, just watches him and takes another bite of oatmeal.

"Droids aren't for that," he repeats. "It's hard to think about."

He nods.

“Makes sense. Guess how I see it as a human is a lot different.”

More peaches.

“Glad you’re okay.”

That's much easier to reply to. "Thank you. I'm glad too."

He grins and returns to his food. It doesn't take long for him to finish the whole bowl.

Dusk's not far behind, and Daisy gathers up the dishes to wash them.

"So, given any thought to what you want in a house?"