And - "I think I still can... yep." She gets it the first time, and then pulls him in for a hug. "Good." She doesn't bother limiting it to herself, this time.

“Good!” he says, through them both again.

She giggles, nodding, and hugs him.

"I think that's it, then? We can let them know on the way out not to send dinner in."

    "Yes, Ma'am."

And off they go. Nurse Wogan is a little concerned about letting them go, but doesn't say anything about it.

first stop - coats?

I suppose we shouldn't make it too obvious that I'm a Sith, yeah. Want to wait in the lobby while Daisy gets us some?

sounds fine to me, if she’s cool with it.

'Course. She waits until they're a little farther from the nurse's station, out of casual earshot, before asking.

"Daisy, would you mind getting us a couple of coats? We'll wait in the lobby for you."

    "Yes Ma'am."

"Only if you don't mind."

    "I don't mind, Ma'am. It's what I'm for."

She scowls. "No, you're not."

    "I want to be, Ma'am. That's what being a droid means. There's nothing wrong with it." It's obviously an argument they've had before, from the immediacy of her answer. Pradnakt recognizes it, too; she's not happy about it, but - if this is what Daisy wants, it would be wrong to insist.

"All right. You can stop if you want to, though."

    "Yes, Ma'am. I will if I do."

"All right. Thank you."

They walk on, Pradnakt seething to herself.

He thinks he would have been jealous of her, for having a purpose, sometime in the past. He thinks he would have been resentful of his own, if he had been made with one.

But it must be nice, to have a good reason to exist, besides “I want to”.

...that's... a perspective. Sure. She's still annoyed, but much less so.

(It's maybe not that different that she herself is a Sith, though that's more about what she is than why.)

The lobby is a more crowded during the day, but the aquarium is still there, and the seating around it only holds a scattered few people. "We'll wait for you here." No 'Love', someone might hear her.

He nods to Daisy and drifts over to the aquarium like it's reeling him in.

She is in no way ready to let him out of arm's reach yet; she follows. (She doesn't go into full Sith mode, but does loom a little; it's not habit, precisely, but it does feel right, being visibly protective of him. Internally, she's delighted to watch him, and happy to see the fish again, too.)

He watches them contentedly for a while.

And soon Daisy is back, carrying two large bags containing two long black trenchcoats, one lined in grey, the other lined in a slightly shimmery midnight blue.

...ooh.

"Which one is hers?"

Daisy looks to Pradnakt.

"We'll be more legible if I take the blue. I think." (They do color differently, here, she noticed when Deyne had to change the display on the heart holo.)

"It's more you than me anyway."

He takes the one with the grey lining and starts to feel it, stops himself, puts it on.

legible how?

We'll make sense. There'll be an obvious story to think of, about us. That's good; it makes us less memorable. (More memories click into place in the background; she's had classes about this, too, and put it to use regularly on missions.)

She puts her coat on, too, and checks that it doesn't interfere with getting to her 'saber; the lining is very smooth against her forearms.

but how will it help us make sense?

He has to struggle a little not to fight against "less memorable".

...this is a soft coat. Good.

Like, I'm really not going to hide that I'm protecting you? And there's two stories we could tell about that; we could say that you're in charge and I'm your bodyguard, or I'm in charge and you're mine to protect. And we're going to look more like the latter anyway - you don't carry yourself like you're in charge, and I can - so if our clothes tell the same story, that's less confusing than if they don't.

We can do memorable, too, when we want to, but it's really safer not to right now.

that's a lot to get out of blue.

It's that it's shiny, more than the color. That says higher status, most places. And it's not a big difference - if you'd wanted the blue it would have been fine - but without anything else to pick with, it's enough of one.

He nods and buttons his coat.

"Let's see what's out there, right?"

"Yeah."

They're a little uncoordinated, leaving the hospital; Daisy isn't sure whether Pradnakt wants her to lead the way, and it takes a few moments and a brief dance of do-you-want-to, I-don't-care body language to sort it out, before Pradnakt leads the way toward the shopping area the droid told them about. Not many people are walking, and those that are are well bundled up, but Pradnakt isn't cold at all, and neither is he - an obvious Force effect.

The architecture is fairly subdued, in the business district, compared to the more elaborate buildings in the shopping area: curving cantilevered overhangs shade the sidewalk, some blue or green or orange, others painted with murals or decorated with mosaics, occasionally extending all the way across the street to host covered walkways. Planters, now covered with snow, are visible along the sides of them, and here and there a vine hangs from an incompletely cleared one.

He seems fascinated.

this is just where people work?

He slows down underneath a particularly colorful mural to scan it as they walk underneath.