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

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Ekkreth slowly extracts herself.

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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.

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

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She's asleep, anyway, smiling peacefully.

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

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

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

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She nods. "Yes, Ma'am."

 

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

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

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"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."

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"I don't mind at all."

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

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"You're welcome."

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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.

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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.

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

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Shrug. Not your fault.

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yeah. but don't want it.

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yeah.

getting better. so bad, right after.

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It's good that you're getting better.

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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."

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"That's good to hear."

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

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