He waits by the scanner and feels the hum, daydreaming about their next destination with the occasional violent interruption. He shoos those off fairly successfully.

She comments, occasionally, on the daydreams; she's supportive of most of his ideas, unless they involve crowds. And she reminds him, when he needs it, that she's here, and staying, and not going to let anyone hurt him. (She doesn't really approve of him flinching away from uncomfortable thoughts, but she's careful not to push: it's definitely an opinion that she has, but it doesn't have to be anything more than that.)

Eventually the scan is done, and Dr. Deyne helps her out of the machine and leads them to the next room, where the holoprojector is. When he switches it on, the hologram comes up in vibrant greens and yellows, with a splash of pink; he adjusts a setting, and it changes to a more familiar color scheme, reassuring blue and calm green with the pink spot now picked out in royal purple. "Interesting," he reports, and sets the hologram running. "That purple is your abnormality; the tissue is less stretchy, there. Under normal conditions that doesn't do much. But it looks like - " he adjusts it again, and watches as the simulated heartbeat speeds up. "Mmhmm. Under stress, it changes the shape of your heart's chambers, not much, but in a way that's actually more efficient."

"...that's a thing that can happen?"

It sounds too good to be true, almost.

"It's certainly not common. I've never seen something like it before."

Told you I was fine, she grins.

should know by now you're right about stuff.

I do make a habit of it. She'd be hugging him, if Deyne weren't right there.

    "I'd like to send this to our cardiomyopathy team, if you don't mind," he adds.

"Sure," she allows.

They'll have to make up for lost hugs later.

They will.

Dr. Deyne brings them back to their room, where she scoops him up onto the bed again and kisses his nose.

glad you're not gonna die.

The tone is joking but the intent is sincere.

Me too! she giggles. It would really put a damper on our plans.

Oh, and - "The scan turned out fine, Love," she tells Daisy. "I'm a little weird, but in a good way."

    "I think we already knew that, Ma'am."

Pradnakt giggles again - she really does love this droid.

"We wouldn't like each other so much otherwise."

"I dunno, you seem pretty likeable to me." She pets the back of his head.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re weird.”

Nuzzle.

"Nah. You're just that good."

He grins, and then glances aside to talk to Daisy.

“She’s so good!”

"We're very lucky."

"The two of you," she protests, with faux exasperation. Really, she's delighted to be able to be this for them.

He kisses her on the cheek.

"We are."

"Well." She pulls Daisy onto the bed and hugs them both. "Guess I'll just have to keep it that way."

"I'm sure you will, Ma'am."

She impulsively kisses the droid's cheek, and then gives him a nuzzle as well.

Good. Her face contacting his face is always excellent as far as he’s concerned.

"Mmmm," she hums happily, and rests her forehead on his.