love, alive | Glowfic Constellation

What a day it's been. That's to be expected, sometimes, when one's master is a Sith, but even then, watching her go from barely responsive to a clinging, sobbing breakdown, then speaking, when she hasn't spoken an unscripted word in the year she's known her and hasn't spoken at all in well over a month, and then going off to kill her master, possibly killing Lord Grauzatis as well, and adding most of his prisoners to the escape plan? Even for a Sith, that's not your average day, in any sense.

And now here they are, making their way out of the system on sublight drive. Daisy - she's Daisy, now, that was the promise, that when they escaped they would both get new names - hasn't been given any orders, has barely been spoken to, and might not be. It's up to her to figure out what to do next, despite the fact that she's just a servant droid, and anyone else on the ship would be more qualified. Deskyl - Lord Pradnakt, now - trusts her, would be upset if she surrendered the responsibility to anyone else.

They clearly need medical attention. All of them, really, even Pradnakt, at least enough to ensure that there's nothing medically wrong with her. That's the first thing Daisy takes care of, searching the ship's database for the best medical facility not run by the Empire that they can get to overnight and setting them on course for it. Then she checks on the passengers: the hooded woman is where Pradnakt left her, the man with the prosthetics has claimed one cabin, and the two remaining women are settling into another. She offers them food and painkillers from the ship's stores and leaves them to it, going back to check on the hooded woman. She's unresponsive, but the code to the hood's lock is in Daisy's databank without any warnings or special instructions, so she goes ahead and takes it off, dims the room and waits for a dose of painkiller to set in before removing the blindfold and earplugs underneath, and feeds her half a serving of mush made from the blandest of the emergency rations.

Then, with everything as well taken care of as it can be for now, she goes to check on her master.

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iamnotrighthanded

don't need it now.

gonna use a blaster. until i'm perfect with the saber.

then i'll kill Him.

(thank you)

to better see the light

Yeah. Okay. She puts it back, a little hesitantly. (She wants to go practice forms. Is there even a place for that here? Not that this is the time, anyway.) Love you. (He can come back for snuggles any time. She misses him already.)

We'll need to practice together.

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iamnotrighthanded

He nods.

until we're both perfect.

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iamnotrighthanded

It only takes a couple of minutes for him to crawl back into her lap.

to better see the light

It's her turn to melt a little, this time. She kisses his forehead again.

Getting sleepy.

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iamnotrighthanded

we could sleep some more.

It's been a hell of a day.

to better see the light

Yeah, it really has.

"Daisy, is there a bed for us?"

Daisy

bb!dz

"Yes, Ma'am."

She leads the way to the remaining empty berth; Pradnakt scoops him up to follow. It's - well, cramped compared to her rooms; not significantly smaller than his cell was. The duffel bag sits prominently on the bed, and she moves it to the floor and crouches to rifle around in it while Pradnakt settles them in the newly vacated space. "I think these will fit both of you," she says, setting a bundle of neatly-folded black cloth on the bed by them.

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iamnotrighthanded

Oh. Robes. It's a little odd to think about wearing one of those.

He nods and cuddles in closer to Pradnakt.

"Thanks."

Daisy

bb!dz

"You're welcome, Ma'am. I'll be in the cockpit if you need me."

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iamnotrighthanded

The "ma'am" is a little jarring, before he realizes why it happened.

It's not so important to correct her, though. She's not entirely wrong, in a way.

He curls up and shuts his eyes.

to better see the light

And she curls up around him and pets him until they fall asleep.

She wakes first, in the morning.

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iamnotrighthanded

He does, too, a couple of minutes later. He didn't dream, again, which is probably a good thing.

to better see the light

Something like that.

She waits patiently for him to wake up and their memories to come back, snuggling him while she does and then snuggling even more afterward.

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iamnotrighthanded

Oh. Good. He can let her sort through their memories while he gets as snuggled as possible.

to better see the light

What a nice way to wake up.

to better see the light

- oh. Hospital, soon. She gives him a squeeze.

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iamnotrighthanded

He appreciates it.

He worries about how much they’ll be able to fix.

to better see the light

If she knows anything about medicine, it hasn't come back yet. But - is there anything you need, that you won't be okay without?

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iamnotrighthanded

...not sure. but—

If he can’t get back even a little of his ability to — accept things, enjoy them, let them roll over and through him — he definitely won’t be the same person as before. Hormones, probably. It’d be...bad, to have to keep track of them and maintain them all the time, to not be able to be caught somewhere for a week without worrying about being vulnerable again, but it’d be better than nothing at all.

(His hand—he doesn’t know what happens, if that stays completely lost to him.)

to better see the light

A shred of memory floats back to her, of working on a prosthetic, but what she remembers is that it was interesting, not how good or bad it was for its purpose.

But - we'll see what they have. It doesn't sound like a hard technical problem, the hormones, if that works.

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iamnotrighthanded

Nod.

what if it doesn’t?

to better see the light