"Saru's instructions were for all enemy combatants to remain here for the time being."

Deskyl's signs are terse and brief; plausibly as simple as 'she's mine'.

    "Yes, Ma'am, we're aware. But the pilot is Deskyl's personal captive, and she'd prefer to keep her easily accessible."

The guide looks from Deskyl to Devika. Takes a second to reconsider the situation.

"It occurs to me that I have been ordered to accommodate your requests, and so if you explicitly asked me to place the pilot in your custody I would of course comply. Anything that happened after that point would be between you and Saru."

Good.

    "Deskyl is concerned about keeping her contained - she will need to sleep soon - but if it's possible to do that elsewhere, then yes, that's what she'd like to do."

The guide looks right at Deskly and cocks her head slightly.

"If what you really want is for me to stand guard over a colonial prisoner in my own bedchambers while you sleep next door, I can accommodate that request."

Deskyl chuckles.

    "She says that it would make more sense to lock the pilot in with her; her magic is more than sufficient to keep her safe. If that's an option; Culamine's station didn't have locks on its doors at all."

"The quarters for my master's princesses are not meant to serve as prison cells but I suspect something could be arranged."

    "Thank you, Ma'am."

The guide regards Deskyl impassively.

...yeah, that's not defiance, that's her being between a rock and a hard place. Well.

    "Please see to it, Ma'am, and you may inform Saru that it was at Deskyl's orders."

"Very well. It'll just take a moment."

The Masked Legionnaire speaks briefly to the vassals at the gate, then retrieves Devika and marches her back out of the prison alongside Deskyl and DZ.

Deskyl gestures for Devika to fall in with her, and waits for her guide to be done, not paying the pilot any particular further attention.

The guide catches up.

"Shall I take you to your quarters?"

    "Yes, Ma'am, thank you."

They are guided.

Saru's Core Habitat is significantly larger than Procyon Station was. Reaching the cloister where the dragon's princesses bed down takes many minutes of walking.

The settlement they pass through has a strange aesthetic juxtaposition. The vassals here dress drably, but the world they move through is Vibrant and Beautiful. Common spaces are filled with elaborate art (most of it non-murder-related!) and each residential hall they pass has its own unique color palette.

Deskyl devotes a portion of her attention to scanning for Shreya, as she follows; it shouldn't be hard at all to find her here.

The sith locates Shreya!

The excitable Princess of Culamine is just a short distance away on the same floor, currently pressing her face right up against a transparent barrier that overlooks the city's central chasm.

(Nilam is with her, and currently feeling awfully embarrassed on her behalf.)

Both of them are very cute.

She only allows herself a moment of reaction, though.

Eventually, they reach their destination. The structure extends a ways out into the chasm, rooted to an obsidian outcropping.

Deskyl's guide approaches its front gate and the door slides open without fanfare.

She continues following.

The cloister has basic amenities, a couple dozen bedrooms designed for single occupancy (though you could fit two or three into one of them without too much trouble, if you were inclined), and a central courtyard (with a pretty rock garden in one corner and assorted training equipment set out across its remaining volume).

Some of the bedrooms are occupied, others aren't. All are identical. No mementos, no customizations, no apparent personal property of any sort.

"This room has been set aside for your use, ma'am."

The guide stops outside the door of one of the unoccupied bedrooms.