Sleep, yeah. She makes no effort to move out of the hug.

Ekkreth slowly extracts herself.

Once she starts moving in earnest, Deskyl seems to get the idea, and curls back up on the bed, all comfy.

Thank you, she signs again.

You're welcome, she signs back, and says something in a language that would be unfamiliar even with all her language processing intact.

She's asleep, anyway, smiling peacefully.

"Do you need anything?" she asks the droid.

"I don't think so, Ma'am. Unless there's something in this about that," she gestures to the datapad.

"I don't know how much help all of it will be but it can't hurt."

She nods. "Yes, Ma'am."

"- would you like me to call you something else? I think - Deskyl explained, once..." she trails off.

"My mother named me out of our mythology. I'm Ekkreth."

"Ekkreth. Okay. I - thank you."

"Deskyl can't really remember names any more, but I'll tell her anyway, if you don't mind, she'll enjoy it."

"I don't mind at all."

She ducks her head in imitation of Deskyl's grin. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Deskyl continues recovering; DZ's reports on it have more detail, now, that she's been embroidering or reading poetry or going over her old lightsaber notes. She's up for a story whenever she's awake, but conversation still tires her, and it quickly becomes obvious that something's wrong with her memory: She remembers things from before the first time she was subjected to Ocnem's procedure well enough, even in some cases remarkably well; she's rarely wrong about which book has a particular poem or fact in it. Anything she's learned or done since then, though, comes and goes, depending mostly on whether she's having a good day or a bad one. Once, she even forgets that she let Ekkreth learn that she can sign, responding with a confused and worried look when she greets her.

That's not good, but Ekkreth can't think of anything that would definitely help.

When Deskyl is in a more remembering-things state she asks if there's anything in particular she should do in future situations like that.

can tell me. She shrugs. might not trust. sorry.

Shrug. Not your fault.

yeah. but don't want it.

Yeah.

yeah.

getting better. so bad, right after.

It's good that you're getting better.

yeah.

"She's almost bored, sometimes, she says that's good news," DZ translates. "Because it's not taking all her effort just to be awake."

"That's good to hear."

"Yes. Do you want to find more things to do?" she asks Deskyl.