"Master Deskyl doesn't know yet if she'll be moving out of the area, but she expects to be able to bring Miss Daska back to visit even if she does."

Smile. "That is good. Daska is good." She speaks those like very elaborate and self-evident statements.

    "She is, yes ma'am."

"You?" She asks at DZ, inviting her to talk about herself.

DZ looks to Deskyl for a response to this, but the Sith gestures for her to speak for herself. "I'm a droid, ma'am, and Master Deskyl's personal servant."

"Deska's friend. And..." it takes her a moment to find the word; "kid. Daughter. Like."

"Charge? Ward?" Kraya offers.

Daska nods, and waves her hand in a way that's meant to indicate that it's a little more complicated than that.

    "Droids need work, ma'am," DZ says, presumably translating Deskyl's signing. "But Master Deskyl says that she wants me to do more for myself, now."

Kraya nods. She figures that robot to human relationships would be more complex and possibly fail to have proper vocabulary.

"Then it's is good she is helping," Kraya says beaming at Deskyl.