(Yeah, about that.)

(About that, indeed.  Pradnakt may or may not be providing a calm anchor-point for Rafiik's consciousness, but it's Kalbetis who deftly nudges his attention through the right sort of noticing - or rather, the sort of noticing where the forest gets lost in the trees; a thorough inspection of just what the heck Tuscias did disguised as mere precognitive sensory feedback, as endless what ifs.)

(To put it simply, she's trying to avoid him freaking out over what she finds possibly-happening in there, even as the look of future possibilities really isn't obscured to Lord Pradnakt anywhere near as much.  While this is not the medical problem they're looking for, Darth Kalbetis just can't seem to stop worrying at it while she's already stuck thinking about medical problems anyway.)

(She is so emotionally compromised right now, and if Rafiik picks up anything so clearly from her presence buffering his away from too much knowledge of the gory bits, it is that when he latched onto her like a baby duckling earlier it somehow went both ways.)

Rafiik is not quite sure what to make of Kalbetis' reaction to the situation; he's never seen anything quite like it before.

Pradnakt is a little more clued in; she considers offering her the calming effect, for a moment, but ultimately she's not sure enough of how the Darth will take the offer to be willing to make it. Instead, she first sends Rafiik the lightest touch of telepathy, I'll bring you back when we're ready for you, and pulls the connection back from him. Without the need to worry about what he might see, she dives into her examination of the new organ; unlike the rest of his anatomy, she can't automatically tell how it works or what it should be doing, but instead she has to analyze the Force effect sustaining it to figure it out and determine what she'll need to do to unravel the effect. She can't do the unraveling yet, she needs the tools and techniques of the Light rather than the Dark, but she can use her intuition as a prodigy and the skill gained from thirty years of observation to figure out precisely what will need to be done, and show Kalbetis the plan and how she comes to it.

(It wouldn't help, anyway; the problem is deeper and sideways from the emotions, in some sense.)

...Kalbetis, with this expert advice in hand, has to hold herself off from Doing Something by sheer force of will and knowledge that she is not the healing prodigy here and could mess up.

It's not going to be easy even for her, yeah.

She directs her attention firmly back to Rafiik's abused intestines and makes a querying noise.

She makes a responding query of her own - what's Pradnakt thinking, there?  This is Pradnakt's patient, she's just ...hopefully... helping.

...Oh, right, the dialysis.  A firm, decided nod.  This she can do.

She pulls Rafiik back in and opens her eyes and nods to Medea to indicate that they're ready for her to do her part.

She can set up the lines, then.

And Kalbetis can do as originally proposed - siphon out the poison (and its metabolites), as it passes through the tubing, relying on Pradnakt's healing-sense for metaphorically literal IFF.

And Rafiik watches; he's still not at all clear on why they're doing this but they do seem to be clearing the poison.

On the most fundamental level, they're doing this because she felt she couldn't not intervene here, and refuses to let people end up worse off for that.  But she can understand why Rafiik doesn't think of that particular hypothesis.

It's not a quick process; Force sensitives are pretty sturdy as a rule but there's still only so fast you can move blood out of and into them without damaging their veins. After forty minutes, Pradnakt judges that she and Kalbetis are working together well enough that they can handle a little bit of distraction.

"Did you have any questions for us, Padawan?"

    "Uh. Yeah. What's going to happen?"

"Well, if all goes well, we'll be able to get everyone fixed up and send them home. Whether you want to go back to the Jedi will be up to you, at that point. There'll be some Jedi here by then - we'll need them, I can't fix thirty people in the time we have - so you'll have a ride if you want one. We won't let them force you, though."

   "I. Uh."

"- we're not going to keep you. You can stay if you want to, I think - it's the Darth's ship, I can't speak for her. But we're not going to ask you to... switch sides, or anything. If you want to go back to what you were doing before Tuscias found you we won't stop you."

"Lord Pradnakt speaks honestly and correctly on this matter."

    "Okay."

    "Can you explain again why you're doing... this?"

"Well, we want to, basically. They probably told you Sith do whatever we want no matter how bad it is? Not all of us want that. Most, don't get me wrong, and there are plenty of Sith who'd kill us for heresy if they knew about this, but," she shrugs. "There's more to following your heart than rage and pain."

    "Huh."

    "Yeah, I guess there is."

"...Frankly, given that the original Sith Code arose from the slaves of a Dark Jedi who rose against their masters for reasons much less banal than feeling jilted over recognition or lack thereof, I'd say that our actions hew much closer to the spirit of that Code than theirs ever have, but I can't kill all of them for heresy because one of them's the kriffing Emperor and while I'm good, I'm not that good.  ...Perhaps one day I will be and I can put an end to this farce of - of endlessly replicating the conditions of the original abuse," she spits - she hadn't thought to put it into those words, as such, prior to now, but it makes so much sense - "But...I am unfortunately limited in my power, acting by myself as I am, and who would trust me to not be just another power-hungry fool - or not first be trying to use me as their puppet in their own power play.

"I make do, but there's a reason I haven't taken any apprentices, and it's not that part of me doesn't yearn to teach, as we have just observed."  She laughs, because if she were not laughing, she'd cry.

(Her portion of the technique hasn't wavered in the slightest.)

(That's pretty impressive. Pradnakt's portion isn't as steady, but she's good enough at what she's doing that she's well within tolerances.)

    "Huh. They didn't teach us that in history class."

"I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't know. Jedi mostly kill Sith on sight, I've heard, which is pretty reasonable but it does mean you don't get to learn much about us besides the obvious."

    "They do, like, archaeology and stuff. I guess they'd have a hard time doing it in the Empire."

"Yup."

"We could give you some books to bring back, if that'd be safe for you to have. If you're headed that way, I mean."

    "I wouldn't be in trouble but they probably wouldn't let me keep something like that."

"They don't exactly teach us this in our history classes either, insofar as the Academy has classes worth the name.  ...Most of the time you just get thrown at shit and if you die you die and therefore 'didn't deserve the title'.  ...Kriffing Korriban.  ...Sure, I learned a lot of the facts, haphazardly and in passing, but...

"The Academy-sanctioned interpretation of those facts, left a lot to be desired."

Perhaps she'll have Elcie sneak him a copy of her Academy-era flimsiwork.  The honest ones and the ones that are blatant lies.  (Not even the Academy is entirely free of the dreaded five-paragraph essay format.  A banal dread it may be for a death school, but it's dreaded nonetheless and therefore weaponized against the students.)

"I didn't know it either, but I was taught enough history that it isn't really a surprise - I didn't go through the Academy, the Lord who found me trained me." Which is a common enough situation that this isn't precisely an admission that Pritruth was her master, but if he was she doesn't mind Kalbetis guessing, apparently.

She nods at Pradnakt slightly, not making any other overt comment.

    "...Is that what... what even was his name, he never told me... is that what he was doing?"

"Oh. Yeah, that's what it looked like."

    "Wow."

"We do have the reputation for a reason."

    "Have you ever...?" He looks between them, addressing both.

"No.  Torture - indeed negative physical reinforcement in general - is, by the numbers, generally not effective at anything people try to use it to do."

"...I would not be surprised if that man - I frankly don't believe his name worth remembering for all that I'll tell you if you truly think it's worth it to you to know - was trying to take you as an apprentice.  Where we found you, it looked like somewhere a very...

"...Traditionalist...

"Sith, might keep an apprentice."

"He might've been intending to let you earn something better before too long, I've seen that too, but yeah, he looked like that kind."

"Anyway, yeah, if you count my master making me, I have. Or it might've happened when I wasn't in my right mind, I'm fuzzy on some of that. Never voluntarily and intentionally, though."

   "...why? Did you?"

"I mean, do you really want to know?"

    "It's - you seem - nice."

"Ah. Yeah, that's," she gives him a wry grin. "Did you know Sith can fall? Using the Dark too much or too deeply messes with your mind, and we can get caught up in it - too angry to hold back from using a Dark technique on whatever's pissing us off, and then doing it makes us angrier next time. It happened to me. I spent... well, it wasn't actually ten years, I was basically stable after five, but I wanted to be sure, so I spent another five making sure I was free of that. I wasn't really aiming for nice but I guess I'm not surprised I landed there."

    "Huh. I'm glad you're doing better."

"Thanks."