This adaptation to make lightsabers more durable is fascinating and useful and exactly the kind of thing she's staying with the Empire for. She manages to hunt down a couple of other intriguing lightsaber modifications by the same person.
She looks her up.
She's flagging again as they get close to the building, depending more on DZ to guide her through the rougher sections of terrain and yawning every few minutes.
That helps. (Best Darth, she signs, to no one in particular.)
And they get home, and Deskyl gives Ekkreth one more hug, and DZ leads her back to bed.
--At which point Ekkreth's body remembers that she was in the middle of sleeping when all of this went down and maybe she should get back to that.
When she wakes up, there's fancy oatmeal sitting in the warmer in the kitchen, waiting for her.
--Oh goodness. DZ must have done that.
It's delicious. She's not surprised.
She goes looking for her after she finishes.
"Oh."
"Yes. There's a poem - we don't have the book, actually, there was a bag of things she had me hide to take with us if we escaped on our own, and it was in that - but she used to read it to me, when she could still read poetry, and it was about us. And it said -
Now the light is round about us,
And the sun to guide our feet;
And along the mountain pathway
Shine the flowers, pale and sweet;
And we pluck us each a blossom
To remind us as we go,
How we went, we two together,
Through the darkness and the snow...
...and there's the obvious thing, if I want a flower name. So. Daisy."
"Yeah."
"She had a name picked out, too, but I don't know if she'll still want it. A lot of things have changed since then."
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