"And before now I'd only read about those."

"I'm glad to provide a more than theoretical introduction, then."

She laughs. (Definitely not a giggle. Giggling is beneath her dignity.)

(It's very pretty and definitely dignified laugh.)

She smiles, fondly.

...Yawn.

"Time for bed?"

"It seems so."

"Goodnight, then."

"Good night."

Off to bed with her.

She stays up - stays near.

She... Meditates. Tries not to have too much of a meltdown from the wash of the emotions she's been pushing aside, tries to channel them safely through her.

She even mostly succeeds.

The Keres is not in tune with the Force enough to notice this while she sleeps, evidently.

She stays asleep quite late, if left undisturbed.

She's not exactly surprised. (Fondness washes through her, bittersweet - it helps.)

She slips into the house when it seems the Keres will be stirring within the next thirty minutes or so, and... Do they have any tea or the like, here...

There's a primitive coffeemaker in the kitchen.

She'll see if there's any coffee around, then, that doesn't seem spoiled...

Some, preground in a metal can. Doesn't seem very high quality, but it is reportedly caffeinated.

She's going to have to poke the Keres about groceries...

She makes some coffee with it, all the same, as she feels the Keres stirring.

Nine of ten Keres agree: shitty coffee is better than no coffee.

"Do you have grocery stores here?"

"Yeah... There's one back in town."

"I don't need to eat - but I could cook for you, if you want go get supplies."

"Sure."

"Could maybe even make some actually decent coffee."

"That'd be a change."

"Not used to luxury like that?"

"Haven't had the time, mostly."