"I mean, a lot of reasons, at this point? If it was just that I don't see why they'd go to the trouble of offering to make whatever I wanted for breakfast, or decorating the room they gave me, or telling me about their pasts. I don't think Sith like you're thinking of could figure out how to act as nice as they have. Not to mention, would they really rather turn half a dozen Jedi than have the dozens of Alchemy monsters they have us healing. Or, you know, both, I was pretty sure they weren't going to do anything but now that you all," he indicates the non-Chion Jedi, "have been and come back I'm really sure, if they were just trying to get fighters for something that'd be the time to spring the trap, wouldn't it? Instead of healing the people they have?"

"They could be playing a long con.  Trying to lure us into trusting them and then pointing us at...something that we'll never be willing to admit we were pointed at by a Sith."

...Though, with that much wind taken out of her sails, the objection is really pro forma.  It doesn't really make sense.

"And if it's that, we can still say no when they do. Or maybe they're just people who happened to be born Force-sensitive in the wrong place, I think that's what we're seeing here."

"They're still Sith."

He shrugs. "One of those Sith is having a gigantic panic attack right now because she spent the last eight or ten hours healing people. And knew it'd happen, I'm pretty sure. So if she's a Sith, that's someone a Sith can be."

"...You honestly believe everything you just said."

She has no idea how.

"Of course I do, I saw it happen."

Well, yes, but the evidence admits multiple possible interpretations, surely -

Knight Chion emits a frustrated but defeated grumble.  "Fine.  Fine.  I still reserve the right to tell you all I told you so when this explodes."

"If it does, sure. We'll see."

...Well, the Jedi seem to be gone from the Nightfall Spectrum.  That's good.

Pradnakt... might be aware? It's at least not immediately obvious, if so.

She...doesn't quite know how to handle the possibility of Lord Pradnakt regaining proper awareness.  But the terror spikes seem to have stopped...  Spiking?  Which is good.  Those were not pleasant.

...Daisy you have been through this before please help, I have almost no idea what I'm doing, she tries to communicate via only facial expression.

I estimate fifteen more minutes. This was unexpectedly bad, but I've seen her in worse states, she'll be fine. You're doing well.

Oh right, the Jedi are off the ship, signing is reasonably safe.

I'm...glad to know that I am in some small way helping.  That was...

I shall not ask the details, if they are even known.  But she's been through a lot, hasn't she.

She has, yeah. She considers it a strength, her ability to bear things and get back up again afterward.

It is.  I wish it did not have to be.

Us too.

Pradnakt calms down slowly and then all at once, curling up against Kalbetis' chest. Thank you, she signs against her side.

It is the least I could do.

Is it time for re-ensnuggling?  It seems like it may be time for re-ensnuggling.

You feeling better?

Getting there. I'm usually fragile for a while even after the fireworks are over, but that was a bad one.

It...did not seem pleasant, no.  Nor of usual magnitude, however limited my ability to compare.  Is there - anything in particular to keep in mind, that I could arrange?  Or, was it - just all the circumstances in and of themselves?

Mostly the circumstances. And the Jedi who stayed behind is... she shudders. 

...Far too much like a Sith for a Jedi, and all the worse for it?

Yeah. She'd better hope she doesn't Fall, someone will kill her smart quick.