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.

...To her credit, she does seem to have some understanding of self-restraint.  But that anger...

What was that pithy Jedi saying, fear leads to anger, anger leads to hatred, hatred leads to suffering, suffering leads to the Dark Side?  She's definitely hanging on to the edge of that slippery slope by her teeth.  Although I think Rafiik and the Jedi who went might have - what's the phrase - burst her bubble?  Look at how she feels now.  Much less...

Well.  Much less.

She drops into meditation for a moment to look. "Huh." Yeah.

She's a bitch and if she's rude to Daisy I'll kick her ass but we knew that. I think I'm going to be okay for the anger part.

...Funnily enough, I don't actually expect her to be rude to Daisy like that.  Well, not that she's likely to have a chance, but, if she did.

Good.

"Nine tells me she and Elcie were getting into it a little, I might step into that. But it was more Elcie provoking her than the other way around, so I might not need to speak to her about it at all."

"...That seems..."

"I think I am rather confused by that claim."

"You can see the recordings, if they're comfortable with showing you."

She checks with Nine. "If you'd like, yes."

"Elcie would share hers in any case, that's not...

"...Mm.  The thing is that I trust Elcie to know what she's doing, and you seem to be implying that...wasn't the case."

"It looked unwisely aggressive to me, but I was going to ask, yes ma'am."

"...Sometimes the only way to get through to someone who has decided to pick a fight, is to win it.  Still, if you wish to ask - do."

"Yes ma'am."

They sit in silence for a few minutes before Daisy speaks again. "Are you ready for me to go make dinner?"

"Yeah - something sweet?"

    "Orange chicken? We're out of tofu."

"Sounds good."

    "And you, ma'am?"

She seems surprised to have been asked the question, but recovers quickly.  "I certainly have no objections to orange chicken."

    "Yes ma'am." She goes.

Pradnakt doesn't seem to be in a hurry to kick Kalbetis back out of her bed.

"...Would you like me to stay?"

"I'll be fine, but - yeah, if you don't mind." Squeeze.

"I would be glad to, to be honest.  There's...many years of skin-contact deficit to address."

"Yeah." She scoots up a bit to rest her forehead against Kalbetis'. "Do you want to spend the night? Not - I'd have to think about if I want to do more than this - but it'd be nice, having you here."

"I'd have to think about it as well, so let us both agree that we are just going to cuddle, for tonight.  I'll stay."