She waits for a moment to see if he has anything more to say, and then turns back to her work.

Deskyl interrupts her soon after, though.

    "Sir? Deskyl would like to know if you ate while you were out."

He blinks, looking up from his harp, having gone back to playing while they worked. 

"...No, I didn't," he admits. "Did you?" He asks, glancing at Deskyl. 

She shakes her head.

    "Would you rather eat here or in the mess, sir?"

He glances out the window, trying to gauge the time. It's probably between the times the mess sets out food - they still offer left overs if you ask, out of schedule, but it is a bit of a disruption. 

"It would probably be better to eat here," he concludes.  

"Yes sir." She goes to the stasis'd food: "What would you like?"

After a moment of consideration, he points out one of the dishes, thanking her quietly when she brings it over. 

She selects one for Deskyl, too, and the Sith joins him on the loveseat to eat.

    "Master Deskyl plans to talk to her prisoner and her prisoner's Artefact this afternoon, and set the charger up this evening; is there anything else you'd like to do today, sir?"

"The reinforcements should get here in a few hours," he answers after a moment, "I'll be expected to show up and... be a prince at them, I think. At least for a bit." 

    "Would you like her to be there, sir?"

He pauses, "I won't be expected to join the soldiers from Kiat in riding out," he says, "But I'm sure they would appreciate if you offered to help again?" 

He looks towards Jaim's room, "You should talk to my brother about it, if you do," he says. 

She nods, thoughtfully.

How much is it going to bother you if I push myself today?

Anything you forget I will be happy to remind you of, he tells her after a moment, sending his reassurance along with his worry. I would prefer you did not, but I understand the desire to be sure a battle goes well. 

It's not really strategically advisable, either, I want to play up how injured I am right now and how much I'll recover in the next few weeks to make a better story for the kidnapping. I'll see what the general says about how much danger they're expecting.

     "She'll talk to him, sir."

He offers his agreement, A good plan, he sends.

How much longer do you intend to have him sleep, he wonders, turning his attention to her sense of Jaim. 

(Ilek nods)

He was pretty close to collapsing; ideally I'd let him sleep until he wakes on his own.

    "Do you know when your brother will need to be awake to take care of that, sir?"

He nods, sighing at his brother's state.

"They should get here around sunset. He should be awake an hour earlier than that." At the latest. 

She nods, and gives his knee a squeeze.

    "She'll wake him for dinner, if he's still asleep then."

He gives her a slight smile, nodding. He's very glad she can help with one of Jaim's many problems, at least. 

He goes back to his harp, playing something different this time - not one of his. One of the melodies he's known so long he could play it in his sleep. Simple and light, and easy to think around. 

He is a worried about the skirmish likely to take place this afternoon. He doesn't think it will go badly, however. If they're smart the enemy camped on their doorstep has been planning a possible retreat for the past day. Hopefully the reinforcements will straightforwardly scare them off, and there won't be much fighting necessary. Hopefully, there won't be any deaths. 

There's also the possibility he's wrong, of course. 

He switches to a more difficult piece, turning all his attention to it to keep his mind occupied. 

Deskyl watches Ilek's emotions for a little while, but he seems to be doing okay; she doesn't want him too dependent on her to manage them. When he picks up the distracting piece, she considers continuing to work on the battery, but instead meditates for a moment to see where the Book and Rod are.

Someone must have moved them from the gates during the night. They're in one of the many small storage spaces on the first floor of the CC. 

That's plenty close.

I think I'll talk to the Rod now, see what he thinks of the situation. Do you want to be looped in? It won't be any extra effort now that we're connected like this, I just don't know how he might react.

I would not mind. I doubt I would make any attempt to convince him to cooperate any more difficult than it already will be, he offers. 

Sounds right. Okay.

Hello?

Shock-fear. 

...Who?