"What's your deal? Clearly you've been fighting a war, same as the rest of us. What's it been like for you?"

    "She hasn't been to war exactly, ma'am, she's a weapons designer and was well back from the front lines; Sith are all expected to be able to defend themselves."

Alasha looks behind her at Clematis.

"Just from the body language I can tell you've been through something bad. And you carry a weapon. I think that's 'soldier' enough for us. We won't push for you to tell us more, and you can have the couch for now. Even though some of us need it sometimes too, but - that's just life in a broken world, isn't it?" 

She sighs. "Sorry, I do go on."

Deskyl doesn't seem to know what to make of that. After a long moment, DZ signs to her again, and she nods in reply.

    "It's not very safe for Master Deskyl to sleep in a common room, ma'am; Sith can be violent when startled, especially if they're woken unexpectedly."

"We can probably pull the couch into the study and then Deskyl will have a proper place to sleep."

"That seems smart. Deskyl, would that be better for you?"

She glances at DZ, but nods without waiting for her to comment.

(She's watching Clematis, fairly openly, obviously trying to figure something out about her.)

Alasha and December each take an end of one of the couches and start moving it off into the house.

Clematis smiles. "Is there something you want to know?"

She tenses up again, going wary at the attention, her hand drifting back to her weapon.

Clematis sighs and turns away. She's not interested in scaring Deskyl more. 

Aurica keeps an eye on her just in case she does something stupid.

She doesn't; she follows the couch into the back room as soon as Alasha and December come back out, with DZ trailing behind.

They seem content to leave her alone beyond leaving a plate of food at the door to the room. 

The plate disappears promptly, and the pair is otherwise quiet until the next morning, when DZ comes out to look for someone to speak to.

She finds Alasha draped over the couch with her boots kicked up.

"Sup."

"Hello, ma'am. Is this a good time to talk?"

"Sure, works for me." Alasha takes her feet off the couch and steps around so she can actually see DZ.

"Thank you, ma'am. I have a few questions - we expect Deskyl's recovery to take at least a few weeks; will you want us to leave sooner than that?"

"I bet Clematis will keep you on that long especially if you help out a bit, a lot of us aren't very good at doing the chores."

"I can certainly do that, ma'am, my next question was whether you wanted me to do anything in exchange. Do you know what needs to be done?"

"I'm not sure, I've been crashing, but if you find Clematis she'll almost certainly be doing chores."

"Yes ma'am. I'll go look for her now, if that's all right."

"That's perfectly fine, no idea why you're asking me."