Do, she nods.

The Sith have been at war as long as there have been Sith. We have tens of thousands of years of experience at it - at managing morale, at tempering warriors properly. Your country has been at war for - a generation? A little more? Don't blame yourself for not having the knowledge or the resources to do it perfectly.

"Recently," he says, "My grandfather was at peace with the empire for most of his rule, but his father was not. We fought with the lands in the east of Cian, though not at our own borders." 

"That is quite the ancient legacy, however, in comparison." 

Being a Sith means being a warrior, she nods. But it's - not something to take into yourself lightly, to be that rather than just doing it. There's a loss to it, not just a gain.

He nods. Even without knowing the full context, he can see how that would be so. 

I'm not just talking about myself, here.

You get to decide how much of yourself you want to give to it. The downside of giving too much is real too, and you're allowed to choose not to. You aren't a Sith.

He looks away, ducking his head a bit.

"...I give all that it is necessary that I give." He says at length. 

"...I will do my best to sleep more," he adds, though of course he knows that's not all she meant.

Good.

And eventually they will arrive at the Command Center. 

Jaim locates Commander Coen to mention Deskyl's offer. She considers for a long moment, and then decides it won't hurt anything to agree. 

    "Let her know if there are any problems, please, sir, she might be able to adjust it to solve them."

    "Also, she's going to need a sheath for the Blade; is it possible to have one made here?"

The Commander considers the shape of the Blade for a moment, and then nods.

"We can have something altered to suit ," she says. "And I will be sure to let you know if your technique causes any problems."

    "Thank you, sir."

She gives instructions to a messenger loitering in the CC, who rushes off to pass it on. Then she goes back to her work. 

Jaim gives the war room a long look. He should probably be helping the Comander with this. Or at least finishing the work he has up in his room. 

Sleep, Deskyl asserts.

He glances back to her, a tired smile tugging at his lips, "Alright, alright." 

Up to the rooms, then. He pauses outside his door. 

"..." 

He doesn't know what to say. He wants Ilek to be free to make his own choices, but he also wants him safe. He worries, about what might happen to him, in Imperial territory, away from his brothers. 

(He also feels wistful, for the freedom Ilek has which he doesn't, or at least will not allow himself. Jaim's position is too important, to Cialin, and to his brother's post-war plans. He can't waver.)

"...I will get some rest," he says, eventually. 

And we should talk, later. Sleep well. She gives him a pat on the back and turns to go.

He stiffens a bit at the contact, then shakes his head and goes inside to get some rest. 

And Deskyl goes back to her room, keeping an eye on Jaim to target the emotion-muting effect. She sets up some chemicals to react for the solar panels she'll be making later, first, explaining the underlying science to Stormsinger as well as she knows it as she goes. That done, she has DZ go over the previous day's events for her, in detail and with the conversations given verbatim; this helps substantially, bringing her memories into focus and filling in some of the gaps, both natural and un-. When they get to the point where the droid left for the evening, she asks Stormsinger if there's anything she should know about the rest of it.

He pays close attention to her explanation of the science behind the chemicals - he's seen something like the set-up she's using before, in some of the dwarven workshops Leskil had visited, he mentions, which might bode well for them. 

I can give you the conversation you had with young Ilek verbatim as well, he offers.

Thanks.

That done, she checks on Jaim.

Sleeping - either the emotion dampening is working, or he isn't having a nightmare at the moment, as he feels mostly calm. 

And recovering all right; good. Forceblind people can be so fragile.

We've got maybe half an hour; do you want to practice with the body again, and I can have DZ recite us some things? Or I could get started on the battery.

He's tempted, but - Your companion's welfare is more important - who knows if something else might come up? 

It doesn't really matter; I'll still have to take everything up on the roof later to set it up before we get any power generation going. And if it really comes down to it I can run Force lightning through the solar charger and power her that way, that's not great to do but in an emergency it's fine.

Well, in that case, I would love to practise some more - perhaps I will be able to manage to move more than just your eyes, this time.