We don't know very much about Jedi, but my Sith isn't surprised. Sith know more about emotions, she thinks - she can probably teach her how to manage them better.

Diana thinks that really it's that the Jedi are kind of getting kriffed up by the war being a thing and dissociating to cope, except that they're trying, unhelpfully, to dogmatize that behavior.  ...She's self-aware in the strangest ways, sometimes.

    It's certainly possible, she says.

...She is going to be crying so much.  I'd better go fiddle with her rations.  Don't want her being dehydrated.

R4 gives Deskyl and DZ a nod, then trundles off.

Deskyl stays up for another hour, in case she's needed, and then meditates, briefly - shielding during it is still a bit beyond her - and then sleeps.

She has DZ wake her a little early for breakfast the next morning; it seems wise for her to be up before Diana.

Diana's sleep is not restful in the slightest, with how plagued she is with...well, it probably wasn't anything Deskyl did, statistical analysis from R4 shows?  But Diana tosses, turns, flinches, jerks, jolts, bolts awake and makes a frantic comm call twice, and generally just seems to be having an entirely different flavor of bad sleep than she'd been having!

Seeing her slump out of her room, looking like she's aged a year and feeling like she hasn't slept for weeks, tear-stained and wearing a kriffing robe - and if there's one thing Deskyl can just be sure of about Diana it is that that robe was snuck on board by the Temple Quartermaster because she wasn't going to take it if she had any choice in the matter whatsoever - is probably absolutely unnecessary to confirm that Diana's not anywhere near actually functional right now.  She is awake, though.  "That.  Sucked."

    "She says 'it certainly seems to have,' yes ma'am."

Deskyl scoots one of the other chairs over next to hers and pats it, then offers a one-armed hug.

...yeah, she'll take the hug.  She really kind of needs one.

"Visions of the war."

"Ah."

    "She doesn't mind listening, if you think it would help to talk about it, ma'am."

"It's - there's so - much, and I knew that, but couldn't - feel it, but now I can't not feel it, and...people are dying, and that's horrible, and it's so much more than I can solve alone, but who would I even recruit for that, there's not exactly that many people with my sort of thoughtpattern and even less are sensitives, and even then it's a miracle I can still care!  Most Jedi would've murdered --!"

Her presence in the Force is agitated, whirling choppily, frustration, self-loathing in a terribly recursive spiral, desperate hope for solutions being propped up with every erg of will she can spare...

"oh, Force...this war needs to end..." Her head rests against the cool metal of the table as she slumps, and lets her tears fall, grieving for the lives she can't yet save.  "'m sorry...supposed to be helping you, helping the Force, helping the whole galaxy, but I'm being so selfish, so self-deluded...To have hubris enough to try and save everyone, when I can't even care for myself..."

"Through passion I gain strength," she observes.

Diana coughs up a "True," before letting out a wet chuckle, "but am I serene?"

"Pft."

    "She says 'do you want to be', ma'am."

"Not really!  Not after so many years of being that when I really didn't want to!  But it does...feel reassuring, despite all the ways that that doesn't actually follow from any of the known premises of this situation, to feel your presence touching mine?

"...oh.  Empty void, the skin-hunger."

"Yeah," squeeze. "Few... In few..." she hisses in annoyance and signs again.

    "You'll be feeling better in a few days, she says, ma'am."

Deskyl gets a hug too because just because her situation also sucks doesn't mean Diana's stopped caring that others' do.

Unless that seems contraindicated, at least; she's not really sure.

It really doesn't. Diana might not be the only one here with a skin-hunger problem.

Then there are definitely hugs to be had for Deskyl.

Diana doesn't even have any really awkward thoughts during them!

Convenient!

After a few minutes Deskyl sends DZ to get Diana some breakfast.

There is food, but also snuggling, but also - oh, hello, Force, thank you, you're helping, that's good, she was worried, and - well she does try to not sob into Deskyl's pretty outfit but that competes with the urge to curl up and bury her face in something soft and both of those compete with food so she's just sort of crying aimlessly about the Force being so wonderful and it cares and wants to help but so many people can't even hear it and it can't help everyone all at once because it would if it could and that's so sad that it can't help,

Pet pet pet. She'll nudge Diana toward eating, too, if that seems necessary.

Mm, Diana is eating, no worries there; she's just having to pause in between bites to wipe at her face with part of her robe because getting tears in her breakfast would be kinda silly.

"How do you think they'll get our characters wrong, when we're stuck in some low-budget holodrama, centuries in the future?"

    "She says, 'they always get this part wrong, don't they'."

Diana cackles.  "They sure do!  Force, they'd probably have us kissing by now and we haven't even fought an asshole together as a bonding experience!"

Deskyl laughs and nods.