Uncertain whirr, "Yes? I do not think any reasonable distance would make me safer, if it turns out I am not in fact safe." 

"It might. Darksiders are impulsive; ten minutes on a speeder will make a difference, if they're upset rather than pursuing a goal."

Hmmm. "What are the dangers of living ten minutes away from any help?" 

"Here, with a human, not very much; it's a safe area, and Pradnakt is a sense specialist, she'll notice if something upsets your friend, or if she's injured. By yourself - if something were to damage your ability to contact us and your transportation at the same time, we wouldn't know until we noticed you not checking in. That's not likely to happen, though, especially if we design with it in mind."

"Perhaps it would be wise to stay some distance away, then," he admits. "I do feel some amount of apprehension at the idea of being so close, if impulsive destruction is a possibility." 

She nods. "I don't think it's likely, from either of them - Pradnakt hasn't lost her temper like that in nearly two years, and Alek hasn't damaged Isk at all, or even Nine when he shot him. But it's still reasonable to want to be careful."

Whirr, "For Sara's sake, then. She is not a droid." She may also find living too close to the darksiders uncomfortable, at least at first. 

"It would be fine if it was just for you," she says, gently. "You don't have to put up with a risk like that, even it it's a small one."

He squishes down a bit, "...Yes, that's true. I could stay out of the way, though. Force can't sense me." 

"You shouldn't have to," she asserts, and folds down to sit cross-legged, putting herself on eye level with him.

"When my Sith first realized how much of a problem she had - how bad her self-control had gotten - she had me read books, for organics, about staying with someone who's dangerous like that. They weren't right about everything, but one thing that they said over and over was that being in a relationship like that is bad because of how you get in the habit of limiting yourself, to stay safe, and how anyone who really cares about you won't want you to do that. And she doesn't, and she won't let Alek ask it of you either."

He shifts a bit, "Sometimes staying in a less than perfect situation is necessary," he points out. "The Jedi do not, on the whole, treat us as people. We are still in danger of being sold or wiped, with them, though it is rarer. It's safer than most other places, but being as covenient to them as we can is important." 

"Yes. But it's still wrong, to need to do that. And Lord Pradnakt holds herself to a higher standard."

Uncertain whistle. "Okay." He agrees. It's going to take time to believe that, though. 

"It's okay if it takes time for you to understand it. It took me time, too. And it does for organics who've been in situations like that."

He makes a small, positive whistle, "Okay." He says, more firmly this time. "I will try." 

"Good," she smiles. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Soft whirr, "Nothing comes to mind," he replies. He squishes down and then comes up again, as though nodding or bowing, "Thank you for the explanations, and the options."

"You're welcome. Feel free to come find me if you need anything." She stands and heads back to the house.

"If I need anything," he agrees. And he rolls up the ramp into the Jedi ship, settling in to charge for the night. 

Isk follows Alek into the ship roughly an hour after he leaves, and then all is quiet on the guests' part.

The night and morning are quiet, the humans sleeping in until noon after their late night.

Pradnakt comes out to the ship with a plate of eggs and toast shortly after Alek wakes up. "Sleep all right?"

Alek looks up from where he's perched on a tall crate in the loading bay of the ship, fiddling with an instrument of some sort - likely the harp he mentioned. 

"Yes," he agrees, setting the harp down next to him and then sliding down to the floor. "Is that for me? You didn't have to..." he trails off, recalling the state of the ship's stores.

"The hens don't stop laying just because there's nobody around to cook, you know." She hands it off. "And it's better for you than ship food, anyway."

"That's true," he agrees, taking the plate. "Thank you." 

Nom.

"When do we need to take the tank back?" He asks between bites, glancing over at the object in question. 

"The sooner the better; today, if you're up for it. We just need to make a quick stop in town first."