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In the dark privacy of her quarters, with no-one around but the droid standing motionless at the foot of her bed, apprentice Deskyl meditates. Remembering how to establish a telepathic link is hard, and doing it is even harder, but she thinks in this case it will be worth it.
Hello? It's more a sense of presence than a proper word, easily mistaken for just another thought by someone not expecting such a thing.
Yeah, she's pretty great.
Help me explain to her what we're doing?
He can do that.
we’re practicing me moving your body for you so you can rest on bad days. i think that’s how you’d say it.
She has him repeat it, more slowly, so she can sign it out without having to remember as many words at once.
Oh, the droid signs back. That makes sense. Good.
why not? worst that happens is that i bonk your head, i guess. (sorry if i do that.)
She's not worried about it.
She scoots out of bed and stands, a little gingerly. Okay, go ahead.
She moves fluidly, with supernaturally good balance, and she's in excellent shape; moving around takes quite a bit less effort than he's used to.
–wow.
A million things to do come to mind, and none of them are possible in this little room.
Pacing the room turns out to be simpler than he expected.
Good.
She has a private gym, and directs him to it without taking back over: through this door to the workroom, all shuttered and dark, and that's when he learns that Sith have night vision, and then through a further door to a room with floor and walls of padding, stormy-grey swirled lightly with black, and a grid of metal bars, sturdy enough to hang from, suspended from the ceiling; a rack of equipment and some sort of computer terminal are set into the side wall.
Free weights, a few practice swords, a set of metal rings on cords that she identifies as attaching to the overhead grid for acrobatics practice.
He reaches down–and something about the swords calls to him, but he takes the rings anyway.
(It's like with the sign language. They'd have to blend too much, for him to call on that knowledge. He has to be careful.)
It clips straightforwardly onto the frame, but that's far enough overhead that she can't just reach it; he'll have to jump up and cling one-handed while he clips it. She doesn't seem to think that there's anything challenging about it.
She boosts and stabilizes the jump with the Force; it's a bit like she's using a limb he doesn't have. Her hand smacks into the bar.
They dangle for a moment.
(He is so impressed.)
Then he reaches up to clip the ring on. Part of him expects it to be an effort to hold themselves up well enough to do it easily.
It's not. She holds them up easily; there's a sense that it'd be possible even without the support and stabilization of her telekinesis, but with it, it's practically trivial. (She is maybe showing off, just a little. This is perhaps how Sith flirt, when they're being coy about it.)
Flirting, huh?
(There’s a little doubt, a little fear at the back of his mind, but he ignores it.)
He clips the ring up and lets go, trusting that they’ll land well.
She takes back over and lands neatly, and then goes and sits against the wall.
You okay? She echoes that fear back to him - it's understandable, all things considered, but it's the last thing he needs right now; is there anything she can do about it?
Oh. Right. She can feel that.
He hesitates.
it’s not about whether we can do it. we can. i know we can.
...but i should probably still show you what it is, right?
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