"I am very pleased with your progress so far."

"Thank you, Mistress."

She leans into Elesse, kissing her. 

"...Do you want me to be Sangua now?" she asks then. (Unsure, precisely, how she feels about the more Sith-y part of her getting nearly all the private time with her (their?) Mistress. She does really like being Sangua... Probably her feelings will get easier to poke once she and Sangua get more actually separate, though.)

"We can be Elesse and Anakin for a while longer." Kiss. "Sangua's lesson can wait."

Happy wiggle! "Yes, ma'am." Kiss.

"When we're alone... I want you to take care of me - you can hurt me first, even a lot, but..." Kiss again. 

(Anakin, in with her other research this past little bit, talked herself into getting on the HoloNet to look up the things that got mentioned in with her lessons on the great diversity of sexuality across cultures - found words for the things she wants. Which - is probably a little different from what Sangua's going to want, which... Good, probably, it's nice to be more or less specialized.) 

"I think I want the aftercare as the point? When we're - doing stuff like that."

Nuzzle.

"That can be arranged."

She giggles, nuzzling her Mistress back. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Shall we begin, then?"

Whine!

"Yes, ma'am."

Then begin they shall.

According to Anakin's stated desires, Elesse will naturally make sure she receives plenty of wounds that she can later tend and coo over.

Anakin screams appropriately while her Mistress is torturing her - and collapses into a snuggly, hazy puddle once Elesse's moved to doting.

She spends longer fussing over Anakin than she otherwise might, but- she enjoys this too, to bask in the warmth of a cuddly loving girl who is very definitively hers.

Anakin is so much hers. She loves this, every moment of it, loves how safe it makes her feel, how very thoroughly owned - that she's Elesse's to hurt, of course, and then that Elesse will take such good care of her after...

(Once she's mentally recovered - she feels much better, not at all conflicted, about being Sangua now for her Mistress, if her Mistress wants to start the lesson.)

Now that they've had their fun, yes.

Okay. (Kiss.)

Casting herself into Sangua's mentality is a bit hard when she's so delightfully content, but she manages it, mostly by thinking about all the different things she wants to do as Sangua.

"I think if you're spending private time with Anakin," she teases, "You should give me some missions to run for you sometime. Just to keep us even."

"Is my apprentice jealous of herself already? I see I shall have my hands full managing your delicate ego as well as your other delicate parts."

"Hm, I can get over it... But I'll never turn down an opportunity for more nice things."

"Greedy little brat that you are, yes."

"Your greedy little brat."

Kiss. "All mine."

Wiggle! "Only yours."

She is tragically now too tired for anything past kissing, so - "What's my lesson today, Mistress?"

"Today, I think that as Anakin is learning Jedi healing, Sangua shall learn Sith healing."

"How's it different?"

"Where a Jedi would encourage, a Sith commands, is the pithiest way to phrase it. Jedi very much focus on hastening the natural processes for healing wounds, targeting and bolstering immune system defenses against diseases, and so forth. In the Sith model, one bends and binds life essence, the natural wrappings of the Force around a person, and uses that power to create or destroy, building new flesh from nothing or burning out viruses and unwanted bacteria. It is therefore more powerful, more complicated to learn, and more dangerous to employ. There are no evolutionary safeguards or instinctive guidelines to follow. If one is incautious, they can corrupt themself or their patient instead of curing them, perhaps irreparably."

She nods.

" - But there's times it'd be worth it to risk, even if you knew both ways, like if someone will definitely die otherwise... Or if you don't really care about being nice with it."