yeah. i guess they don't.

will they believe us if we explain?

Deyne probably will. Or act like it, anyway.

probably.

guess it doesn't matter much, other than that.

It might, I'm sure there's politics. But I think we can handle that, if it comes up. Without killing anyone, she means; terrorizing them into compliance is something she could do, but not something she will do.

And then she turns her attention back to lunch. (These muffins are pretty tasty.)

They are good muffins. And they can handle it. (And he loves her.)

She loves him too.

Daisy takes the tray out when they're done, and Dr. Deyne accompanies her back.

"How are you doing today?"

"Improving."

"Good," he nods, and then taps the datapad he has with him. "I am a little worried about the sparring, though; you don't want to overtax yourself while you're already healing."

He nods.

"We can be more careful. I needed it pretty badly then."

He's worried, and more than a little alarmed, but he doesn't let it show, and instead just nods again. "All right. The R.O. scanner is free now, if you'd like to get that out of the way."

"-because he wanted it," she asserts, ignoring the question. "And because I knew it wouldn't hurt him. Medical needs aren't the only ones."

"All right." He's not relieved, exactly, but he's much less sharply worried; he pauses for a moment to consider, before adding "we do have therapists on staff, if you'd like to talk to someone."

We could. I don't know if it'd help, but I don't mind if you want to try.

"Doubt there's anything we could fix in a couple weeks."

"It might give you a more stable base to work from, moving forward. But I won't push. Did you want to do the scan now?"

He nods.

"Good a time as any, I guess."

okay with you?

(He knows it's fine. But he might as well ask.)

She smiles internally, just for him - yeah, fine - and slides off the bed.

Dr. Deyne explains how the scan works as they go; it uses sound, echolocating like a Preo - whatever that is - to develop a high-definition 3d image of her heart, which is sent to a specialized medical droid for analysis. It takes a little while - at least half an hour, sometimes more if it needs to be recalibrated for a sharper image - but the end result will be a hologram of her heart in particular, with any abnormalities highlighted and analized.

(Pradnakt is amused and pleased at the nerdery.)

aww. i get to look at your heart.

(He’s a little nervous they’ll find something.)

Yeah, that's cute, he's cute.

I'm fine, Love. If there was something wrong, I'd know.

yeah, i know. still gonna help to see nothing.

She gives him a little squeeze. I know, that's why we're here.

He'll just hold her hand all the way there, then.

And soon they're there. The scanner is a large tube, with a table for Deskyl to lie on and be slid into it; it'll be awkward, keeping her arms up far enough to be free, and she opts to only try it with one. Dr. Deyne waits until they're settled, asks if they'd like any music while the scan is running, and, that taken care of, goes to begin the scan.

She can tell when it starts - feel it, more than hear it, at so low a pitch - and it's a little distracting, but not annoying. She settles in.