Pradnakt kisses the curve of his jaw. You're going to be a Sith, she observes. Or are one. Either way.

...huh.

why?

He wants it to happen, he thinks – he just doesn't understand.

That kind of focus - that need, that drive - that's us. It's what makes us dangerous, we don't - compromise, or stand down, like other people will. We get what we're after or we die.

That sounds about right, now.

i'm okay with that.

Good. She doesn't want him to be in conflict with himself.

But don't forget that you can be more than just a Sith. Sith aren't soft; don't love, don't have compassion. She does, and these are things she values about herself; they're weaknesses, but the kind of weakness that makes life worth living, and that's important, too.

He wouldn’t ever want to lose those.

They got the other prisoners out — the ones that had enough left in them to take, anyway. He doesn’t want to be someone who wouldn’t do that. And he loves her, trusts her, and if he didn’t have those he doesn’t think he would have had enough left to take, either.

i won’t.

Good.

A few minutes later, there's a knock on the door. They can't sense anyone, so it must be a droid.

it hasn't been three days yet

"...come in?"

It's just Daisy, with the duffel bag; she sets it down out of the way and comes over. "The others are all settled in, Ma'am, and being seen to. Is everything all right here?"

Pradnakt nods, and Daisy thanks her and goes to stand behind the chair, flanking it.

She doesn't like that very much, but - well, it's safer, letting people think everything's normal. Still, though, they'll have to talk to Daisy about that once they're back on the ship, make sure she knows she doesn't have to.

That's for later, though. For now - they probably have a little time, if the tech wasn't expecting to come up right away. Want to take a quick shower? You'll feel better.

He nods.

being actually clean would be nice.

Yeah. She considers logistics - it's going to be their first time being naked in front of each other, and she's not sure that's not going to be fraught. How do you want to do this?

Being naked in front of her doesn't bother him so much, if he doesn't think about her looking anywhere past his navel.

Being naked at once, in front of each other might be a little difficult. Trying to–hide, at all, or separating for it, though, that feels like giving up.

He reminds himself that it's going to be fixed, soon.

i'll survive. not gonna happen too many times.

Okay. She gives him a squeeze. (She's proud of him.) (She won't look if he doesn't want her to look.)

"Daisy, do we have more clothes?"

    "No, Ma'am. Shall I go get you some?"

"Yeah. You know what she likes -"

"–and. Simple stuff for him. No sleeves if you can."

She nods, "all right", gets some credits out of the bag, and goes.

And Pradnakt scoops him up and deposits him carefully on his feet, one arm staying around his waist. Let's check out the bathroom.

It's done up in a soft steel blue with ivory highlights and fixtures. There's a tub, and a shower stall large enough to drive a hoverchair into, ringed with benches; both are easily big enough for them to share.

She gives him a squeeze. Want help?

He doesn't even respond in words – he just moves her hands when he needs them.

It's odd, to be doing this when they're right there next to each other, blurs the boundaries between their bodies.

Odd, but good.

(He looks nice. She doesn't dwell on it, but she definitely notices.)

Shower?

It’s...not bad that she notices.

Shower. He loses track of which hands belong to who, of whose body is being touched at any given time. 

They get clean, and somehow, it’s fine.

By the end of it, she's daydreaming of fighting, together with him. They're going to be amazing.

They don't have a proper change of clothes, yet, but there are fluffy towels and bathrobes, and that will do for now.

He’s just...going to take a minute to appreciate “soft” as a concept. That’s fine, right?

(This is a good bathrobe.)

It's perfectly fine. She'll appreciate it right along with him.

She's keeping half an eye on the hall leading up to the room, though, and here comes someone.