"Thank you for indulging my curiosity; I don't really expect that I'll be able to mess with any of that, no, but - well, who knows."

....She's really tempted to play 'guess the immortal Sith Emperor', but...well.  That's a bit too much.  (...It's probably Vitiate.)

    "She says you can expect her to stay out of your way if you do, ma'am."

That draws something that might almost be a laugh, despite the subject matter.  "I'll keep that in mind.  Or if there's anyone you want dibs on frontstabbing."

Deskyl nods and takes another bite of pasta.

She's managed to put quite a dent in hers, too.

"There anything either of you," by which she explicitly includes Deskyl and DZ, "are particularly curious about?"

Deskyl gives DZ an expectant look, and waits.

For a while.

    "Do you have a library here, ma'am?"

"We do have a library.  If you'd like to see it, I'm sure we can work something out - in the sense of 'enabling you to read while you work', I mean, not, like...I'm not charging you.  I just - guess, expect, figure - that your present priorities are heavily leaning towards 'stay glued to Deskyl's side in case I'm needed', and...well.  Far be it from me to get in the way of that, especially given that I don't expect substitutions will end well.  Even if the household staff miraculously picked up Basic as a prerequisite."

    "I'll want to be available to master Deskyl when she's awake, yes ma'am, but I can generally tell when it'll be safe to leave for a few hours."

"Okay, but I'll work on other options anyway.  It'll probably come in handy somehow if I do make functional telepresence - I mean, beyond just basic holoprojections, we already have enough of those."

    "Thank you, ma'am."\

    "Master Deskyl is curious what you meant about being destined for greatness."

"...Mm.  Things have gotten...  Prophetic, lately, and, well.  I'm involved.  I hardly want to be.  But, well, needs must, I guess.  And it needs doing."

    "She says that that sort of thing happens, yes. She knows how to do precognition, would it help if she focused on being able to do that as she recovers?"

"No, and I wouldn't ask that of you, anyway.  It's my problem to deal with; you have enough on your plate.  Besides, it's not close."  Except for the things she's busy preempting.

"...I am serious about the timeframe, there shouldn't be anything climactic for years, if things haven't been entirely derailed already.  I'd rather your own wellbeing be your priority, if I am to have a say."

    "It's not wise to treat a Sith like an invalid, ma'am. Even one in master Deskyl's condition."

"...Hm.

"How to say this."

She pauses, trying to formulate an accurate response.

"I did not intend to do so, and yet, I can certainly see how that came across as such regardless.  For that, I apologize.  I should have been more careful with my words.  But - hm.  I meant what I said to encompass - reconstructing a livable life on this planet you've been marooned upon, as much as recovering from your injuries, before going to borrow trouble?"

"If that makes sense."

"It would probably be wise for you to know the local language, for example.  And to understand more about the local physics in general.  It's...Well, it's really something."

    "She's going to work on those things as well, ma'am, yes. But Sith don't generally have the option of retreating from the world when they're injured and she has no interest in doing it now."

"Ah.  That makes sense."  And stabs her right in the feels, but.  That can...wait.

"Right now I'm doing - a training arc, if that makes sense.  In which I seclude myself and practice skills I need to learn.

"You'd have to ask Great-Aunt Ophelia, if there was something happening elsewise."

That gets Alicia a satisfied nod.

    "She'd like to know what your great-aunt's role is, here."

"Well, it's her manor, and she's training me.  But as far as the kingdom goes, the Duchy of Thorn is...

"Historically speaking, the role of the Duchy of Thorn is to ensure that anyone who thinks they can get away with plucking the metaphorical rose of Villarosa's hard-won prosperity, comes away bleeding for their presumption."

    "She says it sounds like she might've appeared in the right place, then, ma'am."

"Maybe so."  She grins, too.  "I have to say, if I had to choose anyone but me for you to have accidentally been teleported on top of, she's certainly near the top of the list."

    "She'd like to know more about her, ma'am."

"Well, she's a very private person, I'm not sure how much she'd like me to say, but...  --"