Daira twists her hair around her fingers sharply enough to cut off circulation, and then unwinds it. Twist, unwind, twist, unwind, twist - uncomfortable look at Pradnakt to see if she minds - unwind, twist, unwind.

"Is there anything you want to know?"

"About what?"

"About whatever it is that has you worried."

"Why is the Force pulling me towards you," Daira blurts out, "why are you here, why is a Sith Lord living as a tinker in the middle of nowhere, why are you not swooping around like a mad bat somewhere that's less, less -" she gestures wildly at the empty desert around them "this, why am I not dead yet for calling Sith mad bats? 

Pradnakt laughs. "Well, because I agree with you, on that last one. Mad bats, well, I was one, and I didn't like it, and I've spent the last eight years figuring out how to not do that; that answers most of your question. We are still people."

"How did you stop?"

"Practice. Lots of poetry. Meditating. Having Daisy helped."

Nod.

"I'm not going to be - entirely calm around you. For a while. But you don't need to worry about it. If I want to leave, I'll tell you."

Nod. "I can still see it, but that's my problem. But if there is anything that'd help you to know - I'm not going to be offended at questions, at least about that."

"It isn't the sort of worry that words will fix." Shrug. "Time will help."

"Mmhmm."

Daira adds "yelling at the Sith helped" to her mental list of phrases she never expected to think, and then looks over where Daisy's preparing lunch.

She's still working on it, though it is starting to smell tasty.

"Ready soon, Dais'?" Pradnakt calls.

    "I think so. The beans weren't as fresh as I thought."

"All right. We can break out the rat bars if it doesn't come together soon, I know you want to get home."

   "Mmhmm. I think it'll only be a few minutes, though."

The way Pradnakt and Daisy interact is - nice. Weird, but nice. Daira's never seen a droid act like Daisy before, and watches them as subtly as she can manage.

Done for the moment, Pradnakt scoops up a trio of pebbles and telekinetically juggles them. It's obviously an advanced technique, being able to handle three at once.

Daira wants to learn that! Daira wants to learn everything, so perhaps that doesn't come as a surprise. "Are you doing what you'd do with one except with three? How much harder is it? Are you planning their trajectories out directly or just kind of giving them a push?"

She calls them back to her hand before answering. "Quite a bit harder. It's a bit like rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time."

Nod.

"Can you mark a pebble for me? I want to see if I can move one like that."

"Sure." Pebble.

Daira can make it fly in the right direction at a rate only slightly better than chance, but she's stubborn and doesn't particularly mind dodging stray pebbles if it means getting to play with the Force.

She doesn't need to dodge much: Pradnakt has good enough reflexes to catch errant pebbles with the Force, even without setting up a shield (which might interfere with Daira's practice), and isn't shy about showing them off.

Then Daira can try sending her pebble to a particular spot in the air or see what will happen if she flings it somewhere and then tries to stop it or try moving it in circles without getting bruises whenever she isn't quick enough! There is some quiet eeeeeeeeeeeing and frustrated muttering and happy humming; she shows no signs of being inclined to stop until someone interrupts.

It's very cute.

Daisy interrupts with lunch before she can do too much, though - another stew, expertly spiced but a bit overcooked except for the beans.

Daira spends a couple seconds contemplating the possibly of multitasking before reluctantly giving it up as a bad idea and dropping the pebble in favor of the food.