Daira begins another question, thinks better of it, and busies herself with her stew instead.

Nom, chew, swallow. "I don't mind you asking me things."

    "She really doesn't," Daisy adds.

"That's - another thing I'm not used to. I ask too many questions." 

And below that, do not annoy the Sith that's going to teach you, you don't know what might set her off, words don't mean much.

"I'm not sure there is such a thing as too many questions," she shrugs. "But, in your own time."

Daira smiles at that, a little, but doesn't say anything further.

"You're not wrong to be nervous. I'm practically a pacifist, as Sith go, but I'm still dangerous, and you only have my word that I'm not going to hurt you. It's fine."

That is significantly more encouraging, if only because it's good to have confirmation that Pradnakt doesn't expect her to act as if she's harmless.

Daira nods, not feeling up to any more substantive response.

That's fine. Dinner continues, and when Pradnakt is done she sends Daisy to get a package of berry tarts out of the speeder and passes one to Daira.

Daira nods her thanks and eats it slowly, thoughts elsewhere.

When Pradnakt's done eating, she moves off a ways to meditate - the Force swirls even more strongly through her emotions as she does.

If Daira's getting any better at not staring at the way the Force moves around Pradnakt whenever she does something new, it's not obvious. Everything it does near her is interesting and beautiful and Daira is allowed to watch.

She notices her watching - it's obvious, with the Force reacting to her attention and emotions so much - but only lets it distract her for a moment.

Attention back to her task, she begins going through a variety of emotions - rage, fear, anguish, hope, joy, love, holding them for a few minutes, the Force reacting incredibly strongly to each. (When she comes to the last, her connection to the droid sings clearly in the Force for a moment, before she suppresses it.) That done, she starts on what appears to be maintenance of her maintained Force effects, going over each one and making subtle adjustments here and there.

At the rage Daira flinches, not quite certain exactly what it was but entirely sure she didn't want it directed at her. When the Force around her indicates no danger she continues listening, sinking deeper and deeper into something distantly resembling a meditative trance of her own.

After about forty minutes of meditating, Pradnakt stretches and opens her eyes again, and waits for Daira to resurface.

It takes a while, but eventually Daira notices Pradnakt watching her. "I should sleep," she says, when she remembers how to form her thoughts in words again.

"Yeah, me too. See you in the morning."

Daira curls up in her bedroll and is asleep within minutes, the soft hum of all's well in her ears.

And Pradnakt's not far behind, with Daisy sitting crosslegged by her bedroll.

Daira spends several moments after she wakes up blinking in confusion at the rising sun. She notices Pradnakt still asleep, shakes her head to clear it, and then starts looking uncertainly for something to make breakfast.

"Breakfast, Ma'am?"

"- you don't have to call me Ma'am."

"All right." She stands and goes to where the food is stored in the trailer.

And Pradnakt stretches and sits up. She signs something at Daira, catches herself mid-sign, shakes her head, and speaks, instead: "Good morning."

"What kind of sign language was that?"

"Sith battle sign. I speak an extended version, but that's in the regular language - 'good'," she repeats the sign, "'morning'."