"I don't 'want something to do', I want to help."

"It'll help, but it's not going to get us out of here any faster, and I don't mind doing it myself."

" - sorry." She looks around for a datapad and adds after a moment, "I'm - kind of on edge right now."

"Yeah, that's understandable. I'm not going to rush - I'm not sure I'll be coming back, I don't want to leave anything I'll regret - but we'll get there, I promise."

Not coming back. That's - something. She'll just... process that later.

Pradnakt moves in for a hug. "It's not that big of a deal. I was never expecting to be here permanently."

Daira hides her face in Pradnakt's shoulder. "Yes, but - for me - I don't..." Her words are quiet, almost inaudible.

Aww, hug. "You're worth it. You are."

"I meant - that doesn't happen - it's not worth it, it's, it's - how are you so -" She notices she's talking in disjointed bits of phrases, cuts herself off, tries to arrange her thoughts.

"People aren't worth things, they're just... worth it to you. And you met me four days ago and I don't understand why I am." 

"Mm." She gives her a little squeeze, then breaks off to lean against the wall.

"A lot of it's not personal, you're right. I like people; I like being able to help. And I don't get a lot of that, out here, and it's - exciting - that the Force is trusting me with it, now. Part of it is, though. You need help, and I'm kind of a sucker for that. And you were good to my Daisy; that matters, too."

How is Pradnakt so good? She turns away, suddenly embarrassed by the obvious emotion on her face.

"You're - definitely helping. If it wasn't obvious with all the crying."

"Yeah, I can tell. I don't mind, by the way. It's obvious you've been coping with this for a while, and - doing a good job with poor materials, seems like? Which is hard, I'm well aware. You need to recover from that, too."

"If I can have my sister again I'll be okay."

"Mmhmm. But in the meantime, don't worry about me."

"I worry about - people I like."

Aww. "All right."

"I'll just," she gestures awkwardly at the datapad in her hands, "start with this?"

"Yeah. If there's anything you don't recognize, just describe it, and I'll fix it later."

And Daira starts her work, smiling at nothing in particular.

Pradnakt gets some clothes from the nook at the back of the room and goes to take her shower; when she comes back, she's dressed in proper Sithy black, with red and gold runes embroidered around the hem and sleeves of her shirt and a complementary abstract pattern down the sides of her pant legs. She returns to her inventorying without comment, humming as she works.

It's easy work, but not boring; Daira looks at each item carefully before entering it in her list, curious about Pradnakt's things. She swings the fingers of her free hand back and forth to the tune of Pradnakt's humming, but otherwise doesn't react to her presence.

The shelves have quite a bit of interesting bric-a-brac, but not so much that she can't work through it before lunchtime, even taking her time.

When she finishes, she goes to get a datapad from the other room, perches on a box in the corner, and resumes reading the poetry book she'd started yesterday.

"I think what I'm going to end up doing is just buying a little ship and bringing it out here, and we can load everything up, instead of trying to haul it into the city. Have you ever piloted one?"

"No, I was just a ship's mechanic, they didn't like letting us near the controls."