She mimics Deskyl's grin again. "Thank you."

"Do you remember the title of the book? I could probably replace it."

"Oh, thank you. It's Twilight hours: a legacy of verse by Sadie Williams - the poem is Out of Darkness, Into Light."

She nods. "Alright, that shouldn't be too hard. Is there anything else that needs replacing?"

"We have copies of everything that was on disc, but there were a couple other books - " she names titles and authors. "It would be nice if she could get her subscriptions again, too; she was getting A Galaxy of Verse, The Mid Rim Reader, and Worldscapes."

Nod. "The subscriptions will be a little harder, I think, but not too hard."

Nod. "She won't mind if they're slow being delivered; they were usually a couple months late before, too."

"Oh, good, that makes it easier."

"Mmhmm. She's pretty good at being reasonable like that."

"She's a very reasonable person."

"Yeah."

"Anyway, that's everything we left, except a few pieces of artwork that I don't think we can replace."

"Yeah, that would be hard, wouldn't it," she sighs. "I'm going to go practice my forms. Let me know if either of you need anything, especially after last night."

Nod. "I will. Thank you again."

"You're welcome," she says, and then goes off to hit imaginary enemies with a glowing blue stick.

And Deskyl sleeps, and, eventually, wakes up.

These are all wrong, she tells Daisy, after far too long spent looking through her wardrobe. Except this one, she points at the crimson shirt she's tossed over the door, and it's not very good.

     I'm not sure what you mean.

I'm not sure either.

    Do they smell bad? Did something happen to the fabric? Do they-

No, nothing's wrong with them. They're just wrong for me.

    Oh. Do you know what would be right?

Not these. These are...

That's strange. The problem with these is that they're Sith clothes.

    That is strange. Are you okay?

Mostly.

    Do you want to talk to the Darth about it?

No... do we have a sewing kit?

    Just the little one.

That'll do.

After several hours Ekkreth checks in on her again.

She's awake, sitting up in bed stitching a two-inch-wide strip of fabric cut from the crimson shirt to the bottom of one of her black ones; she sets it aside when Ekkreth comes in. Hi.

"Hi. What's that?" she asks curiously.

I don't feel like a Sith any more, so now my clothes are all wrong. Fixing this one. She holds it up for her to see; the black and red are joined with a line of decorative dark blue stitches.

Beautiful.

(eee.) Thank you.

Are there more colors?

Besides red, black and white? Yes. Tan is a very basic neutral color. Dark brown is also neutral-ish, but starts to take on some of the connotations of black; it's much less strong than black but it has some of the same meaning. Yellow is the wind, and speed. Orange is the sandstorm; chaos, danger and resistance. Blue is water; joy, life, thanksgiving, renewal. Green is plants and has a lot of the same connotations as blue. Purple means foreignness; purple dyes are rare on Tatooine.

She nods. Green, little blue, then. And some tan but more red.

That sounds wonderful.

Wasn't kidding about being worth it.