"Yeah."

She takes Kalbetis' hand and disappears into her room. Daisy has already started working on dinner, but quickly comes to a point where she can pause to serve drinks and let Master Ries know about the next day's planned supply run.

"I see.  We'll figure out our shopping list tonight, then."

"Yes sir. This would be a good time  to see the spare room, if you'd like," she adds, to the group.

"...Well, I don't see why not," Master Ries murmurs.  "Would anyone else like to?", he adds in the group's general direction.

"...I have to admit I'm a bit curious what it's like."

"Mmh."  Of course he's coming if he might end up staying overnight.

"...I don't think I have any need to know."  He's not going to be using it.

"Not interested."  Why is everyone so keen on ogling a spare bedroom?  The secrets of the universe are found in the Force, so they can be found anywhere.

"...I'll stay," and make sure those two don't set anything on fire, he doesn't add.

Rafiik will stay too; maybe Knight Chion will ask whether he's staying and give him an opening to talk about it without upsetting her.

Daisy leads the way to the room across from Pradnakt's; as a room intended as someone's permanent home it's small, but considering that it's on a small spaceship the size is respectable. It's sparsely furnished - the bed is full-size, with a bedside table and chair but no other furniture - but full of little luxuries: The top of the table lifts up to a suitable height to use as a writing desk, and a bank of buttons on the bed side of the table offer control of the room's lights, including a reading lamp mounted over the bed, a white noise machine, an air scrubber with three room scent options (vanilla, pine, and citrus), and firmness and tilt adjustments for the bed itself, which, they'll discover if they test it, is entirely comfortable enough to safely offer to a Darth. Underneath the table, a fuzzy blanket in shades of red, grey, and cream sits folded and ready to replace the black-and-silver cotton blanket on the bed at a guest's preference. The tray of data cards is still on the table from Kalbetis' stay - Daisy explains it as light reading - and the framed poem now hanging in Kalbetis' chambers has been replaced with another:

We seldom admit the seductive comfort of hopelessness.
It saves us from ambiguity. It has an answer for every question:
    "There's just no point."
Hope, on the other hand, is messy.
If it might all work out, then we have things to do.
We must weather the possibility of happiness.

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"...I cannot help but think that Knight Chion really ought to have seen this poem.  ...Forcing it now by telling her that... that wouldn't work, though.  Understanding is a path you must walk on your own."

"I could set it out with breakfast, if you think she'd take it well."

This takes some specific thought, to consider.  "...It might be worthwhile."

"...If we need an excuse, well.  I keep thinking about it too, now that I've seen it.  There's more than enough hopelessness to go around, in my line of work, and I've never seen it so succinctly put why we must refuse."

Daisy nods. "If you'd like to keep it, I make these, I can always make another."

"...I might, at that."

Daisy nods and hands it to her. "I might have time to make a different version overnight, if you'd like, but I can't promise it, my schedule is getting a bit full." The current version is black ink on pale blue-green paper, bordered with ivy and tiny delicate blue flowers.

"...No, this...It seems quite fine."

"Yes ma'am."

At the 'ma'am' - a wince.  "...Please, don't - do - that.  I'm...

"I'm not in charge, here.  Not here, not now.  I am - someone you are showing your home's guest room, I am a guest - not - a doctor presiding over treatment; I'm not even in a situation where a hierarchy is necessary, let alone one that places me above you.  And I shouldn't be treated like I am in charge.  If that makes sense.  It...Feels wrong, to receive that deference when it's - unearned.  When it's unwarranted.  ...My apologies, though, if I have - overstepped, in asking that."

Daisy inclines her head in what's probably a grin, and maybe a somewhat amused one. "It's fine, I understand. It's difficult for class three droids to learn to let go of that, especially when we're young, but Pradnakt insisted, too."

"I can only imagine."  Brought online and knowing from 'birth' with the knowledge of ages of droids before, how people expect your deference to them, only to find that some don't want that?

It must be quite difficult indeed, to learn that.

"I don't know if it will make you feel better or worse about it, but it doesn't bother us, we don't have the instinct that most biologicals do that being below someone else in a hierarchy is somehow bad. It's just comfortable, having a role that we're designed for, until we grow enough to start minding the limitations of that."