She shakes her head.

"No dietary intolerances. No medical issues besides the one Deskyl already noticed. I'm the very picture of robust human health."

"Yes Ma'am. I'll be back soon."

Her first task is to find their guide.

That'll be tricky, because every human in this building aside from Devika and Deskyl looks pretty much identical.

Not quite, not to a droid with perfect memory for all her experiences, including seeing skin tones, and programming to determine peoples' clothing sizes by sight.

Oh yes, that'll do it!

The guide is out in the rock garden, meditating.

She approaches, being sure to make some soft noises as she does.

She turns in DZ's direction, rises quickly to her feet and brushes herself off.

"May I assist you?"

"Yes, Ma'am. If you need to secure things in Deskyl's room, now is the best time; she's meditating, but not asleep yet, and she intends to be awake for the next degree. I also have a list of things that we'll need soon."

She nods. "I've updated my master on the situation and she's sending down another princess with a relevant skillset. We should be done securing the prisoner well before the degree is done. May I have the list?"

"Yes Ma'am." Two changes of clothing each for Deskyl and Devika, to fairly exact specifications this time; an embroidery kit, with Deskyl's five favorite colors specified as necessary; the parts and tools for Deskyl to make a replacement charger; a new chair; reading material in general, specifically to include a collection of short stories and a collection of poetry.

"I'll have those items requisitioned. May I help you with anything else?"

"No, Ma'am. Thank you."

She nods, turns, and kneels back down in front of the rock garden's fountain.

Next, she goes looking for Shreya and Nilam, backtracking along the path they took in until she reaches the place Deskyl says she sensed them, then following her description from there.

Even without a servant droid's careful eye, picking the two of them out wouldn't be difficult. The natives of this habitat seem to exclusively have naturally colored hair (this holds even for the ones wearing artificial tresses). The brightly-colored vassals of Culamine clearly don't belong here.

"It's prettier here than I expected!"

"It's alright, I guess."

Ah, good. She goes over.

"DZ!"

"Did things go alright at the dungeon?"

"Yes, Ma'am. It's not perfect, but certainly acceptable. Have you been enjoying yourselves?"

"No."

"I'd rather be in literally any other vassalage."

DZ nods. "That's understandable, Ma'am. We can try to get you onto the first ship to Culamine's domain."

"No, I... it's okay. Wouldn't want to take up someone else's seat. I can stay with you and Deskyl."

"All right." Is that approval? It's very faint, but it does seem to be there.

"Where is she, by the way? Deskyl?"