She signs something to DZ, who nods, and then she signs go ahead.

"Do you want to know what they were doing to you, that left you like that?"

She tenses a little, curling up slightly, as she thinks about it.

"I'd like to know, if - that's okay," DZ directs the question at Deskyl, who nods immediately.

"Sure."

Deskyl considers it for another moment, sighs, and intentionally stretches back out and relaxes. I should know.

Nod. "If you'd rather wait, the data's not going anywhere."

Headshake. I should know, she repeats.

Nod. "I'll go fetch it."

She's meditating, when she gets back, but promptly opens her eyes when she comes in.

She hands over the reader and discs wordlessly.

She reads. She passes the reader to DZ.

Thank you.

"'You're welcome' is the closest I can think of in Basic to the words I want to say."

I was going to kill him. Not because of that; because I needed to be safe. But that is another reason.

Nod. "Of course."

Maybe later.

"I certainly wouldn't begrudge it. I escaped from my master and then hunted him down and killed him later on, after all."

"I had help, but so do you."

Hugging Darths is not usually recommended, but this is no ordinary Darth. She scoots to the edge of the bed and opens her arms in offer.

Ekkreth hugs her.

Yes, good.

I don't know if I'll get everything back - I don't know if I'll know if I don't - but that - she pauses to cover a yawn - yes.

Nod.

Killing my master didn't restore everything he took from me, either.

Nod. That's not why, anyway.

(Yeah, she's definitely in the process of falling asleep, here.)

Nod. I can go.