"I was a little surprised that you aren't more curious about Sith society, but that makes sense when I think about it. Most useful might be how to avoid getting into fights with Sith when they aren't necessary, but everything I know about that is from such a different perspective, I'd have to think about what parts would apply. More broadly..." she considers, nibbling on a piece of bacon as she does. "I could tell you about how Daisy got her flowers, I suppose there's no hiding at this point that she's a weakness of mine." She smiles fondly at the droid.

"...You do not need to fear for her safety on our account."

"I might like to hear that story."

"If you start a rumor and it makes it back to our side of the line we could be in trouble, no matter how well-intentioned it was. But - so, for background, my master tried to kill me, and I managed to kill him first; that's relatively normal between Sith. A little less normal but still not uncommon is that I Fell in the process - not in the way you'd usually mean it, I wasn't Light aligned beforehand, but even among Sith there's variance in how deep we are into the Dark and how well we handle that; it's not addictive, exactly, but using Dark techniques strengthens negative emotions, which makes it harder to hold back from calling on the Dark for a while afterward. I had to flee my master's compound after I killed him - I wasn't his only apprentice, and the others would have killed me rather than let me claim them as my apprentices. Daisy had been instrumental in letting me survive long enough to kill my master in the first place, and I already loved her, so I brought her with me. It was about a year from her last wipe, at the time, and she was already starting to show signs of personality, I'd been working with her on that."

"Another thing you need to know is that Daisy's line is designed specifically for working closely with Sith. That has a few different effects, but the important ones here are that she can take a lightsaber strike - she'd need to be repaired afterward, but all her vitals are out of the way of the most obvious strike zones - and she wants to keep the people around us safe, if she can. Her line isn't programmed to try to stop a rampaging Sith, at all, but if someone is doing something that will obviously piss us off they'll warn them, or if they're asked to deliver a sensitive message they'll do it in the safest way for the sender, or things like that. And as her personality grew in, that got more important to her, and she started to realize that I didn't actually want to be as violent as I was in that period, and she did start trying to stop me. By getting between me and my targets, eventually. And - I think she'd've stopped if I'd told her to, actually, but it didn't even occur to me at the time that I might, I was so much in the habit of encouraging her to take initiative and have opinions. It still didn't go well, it took me a while to accept that just trying harder to control myself wasn't going to work, but she kept trying, and what she was doing worked well enough that I started to come out of it, enough to realize that I needed to make a bigger change than that."

"She was in pretty rough shape physically, by that point. I didn't want to hurt her, and stepping in front of my lightsaber to get me to stop did work sometimes, but not that reliably, and the places we were traveling, it wasn't always possible to get very good repairs done. I'd pick up parts when we were on-planet, get the internal damage sorted out, but we couldn't afford to stay in one place long enough to get the surface damage better taken care of than just welding her back together. So when I decided that things needed to change, one of the things I wanted to do for her was do something about that. It seemed wrong to me to try to restore her to how she'd been - neither of us wanted to pretend we hadn't been through hell together - and when I asked her about it, she suggested I patch her up with flowers, to match her name and our poem. Just in plain durasteel, at first, and those first few years of my hermitage, every time I'd lose control like that I'd patch her back up that way, as an apology. It was good for me, having to take the time to make it right, and having the opportunity to."

"The color came later; that was my gift to her in celebration of making it a year without attacking her. The tiger's eye stones around her neckline are her two year gift. She asked for hardware upgrades for the other three years - our five year anniversary was a few months ago, and that's when I left my hermitage, we figured if I could make it that far I'd probably be fine."

Pretty much all of the Jedi are...  Politely horrified... by this being a story that someone can deliver so casually.  "...I can't speak for the others, Lord Pradnakt, but I certainly don't intend to share a word of this, at least not beyond the broadest stroke of 'Sith also consider Falling to be a thing'."

"We are absolutely not going to give someone leverage over you.  That's just a stupid move."

"...Master Karmin speaks truly.  Given that you are as you seem to be - and that is ever more evidenced by everything you do - we would be utter fools to bring you harm."

Knight Chion, meanwhile, is also politely horrified - but she can't help but fix a scrutinizing gaze on Daisy as the details of the story are revealed.  "...My fellow Jedi seem to once more be taking things on faith that they have little reason to believe in - but if that story is true, I would have to agree with them on this.  ...If you don't mind, I'd like to check."

"...Are you sure?"

"If this is all a masterfully crafted lie, despite my better judgement - it's worth the trade."

"...Very well.  You should probably actually explain, though."

"...I'm sure Lord Pradnakt has heard of psychometry before."

"Daisy?"

    "Yes ma'am?"

"Are you all right with that?"

    She turns to Knight Chion. "Will it have any effects on me, ma'am?"

"...I do not have reason to believe it necessarily would, given that to the best of my knowledge droids are Force-null - but I do not have specific knowledge of how psychometry interacts with sapient droids.  On the few occasions I have taken a reading from people that are not sapient droids, there was - something I would describe as an echo, felt by them as well as perceived by myself.  Not a flashback, but - Force-borne recollection."

She nods, and turns to Pradnakt, getting the Sith's full attention. "I don't want you to hurt her if this upsets me."

Pradnakt nods. "Understood."

Daisy takes Pradnakt's hand, and returns her attention to Chion. "If it's localized, you'll want this area for the least emotionally charged or this one for the most."

"...I'll try the least charged one first, but I may need to try the other one."

She concentrates, and touches the flower.

There's nothing of Daisy's emotions in it; droids are indeed Force-null. Pradnakt's distress clings, though; guilt, and shame, and frustration, and a grim hopeless determination, tempered by the peace of simple useful work being done with deep abiding love.

"..."

She lifts her hand, staring at it as if it has just betrayed her.

Her emotions are a tangled knot that the particularly precise empaths in the room might be able to pick out as a drastically confused and somewhat ashamed respect.

"...I don't need to see anything further."

"We hide it on purpose," Pradnakt explans quietly. "It's fine that you didn't know."

Daisy squeezes Pradnakt's hand and pushes it gently into her leg for a moment, murmuring "I'm fine", before letting go. 

"...It's not that.  Or it is that, but it's not that.  It's the things that follow from this.  The things that knowing that Sith can do this but cannot allow it to be known - means.  There are...  Things I have to rethink."

"I'm sure. We can find time to talk, if you have more questions later."

She nods.

...It rather took her long enough.

The rest of the meal shows signs of being fairly subdued, though Pradnakt tries with some success to lighten the mood with more stories about the droids - not only does Daisy cook and do calligraphy, she's also an accomplished gardener and livestock farmer, and Nine writes murder mysteries - they might try to get him published if they're ever on a planet with the relevant industry long enough, they don't think his first novel is good enough to compete empire-wide - and followed Pradnakt into metal and stone sculpture making, and Tim the astromech is into some kind of experimental electronic music that Pradnakt doesn't really understand but she can still share her delight at watching him pick up his first hobby.

(She thought Sith chose to be evil.

(This is a Sith choosing to do good as best she knows, or at least, as Knight Bani would say, to do no harm she can prevent.

(She's a bit discombobulated, to say the least.)

...Oh, post-techno punkwave?  Yeah, she also likes that.