"Force, if I didn't get the impression that you're terminally uninterested in that sort of thing I have to admit I'd be considering trying it, though.  Also something medical ethics something but really at this point we've both gotten tangled up in eachothers' issues, so maybe it cancels?  I have absolutely no kriffing idea, honestly!"

R4 breebles.

"Oh don't you dare you little scoundrel, I will lose something into the Jeffries tubes and 'forget' it there so you have to take time from your flight simulators to go get it!"

This gets another giggle, and some signing.

    "She's not worried about it, ma'am."

Apparently Diana has caught the giggles from Deskyl, and - oh, there are all those inconvenient feelings of definitely crushing hard!

Deskyl doesn't seem to mind! The hug continues regardless.

Then Diana's going to burrow into the hug and mumble "lemme know if this gets awkward please I can't pay very good attention to stuff."

Deskyl will pat her on the back and let her burrow, then.

Eventually, Diana's Feelscoaster™ pulls out of a rapid gaywards spiral and starts oscillating between "Deskyl is really good" and "there was stuff I maybe wanted to do with blasters?", and her intellect resolves this by - oh, she still has to do systems checks, phooey, but the Force is with her, so it's not as onerous as by-handing it, and she has always had a knack for the fiddly things - eventually settling her in in Deskyl's lap, still, but now with at least three datapads while she tinkers with engineering a blaster that shoots three blasts at the same time; she can do a lot of that even while she's a bit muzzy and wibbly, because past Diana was helpful and set up things for future Dianas, with R4's help - he's a good droid did Deskyl know that?  It's true! - to have virtual assistance on tap, specs and simulations...

(Why's she making this?  Because most lightsabers only block lines.)

Sure, that can happen.

Deskyl still needs rather a lot of sleep; when Diana goes to tell her about R4 she finds that she's dozed off, leaning against the wall.

D'aww!  Let's get her in a comfy bed instead, that's a better place to sleep!  Diana is stronk.  She lifts.  She can make this happen!

Deskyl stirs only slightly as Diana moves her. (DZ follows them into Deskyl's cabin without comment.)

...does Deskyl like gentle petting?  Inquiring Dianas wish to know.

She squirms, slightly, not seeming to know what to make of it, and wakes. "Buh?"

"You fell asleep standing up. And then looked really cute.  Um.  Should I not...?"  She waves in the general direction of the hand that's probably still touching Deskyl, and blushes.

Diana is - frozen in place, and worried, and really worried, she - wants to respect Deskyl and do nice things for her and she thought maybe this thing would be nice but she can't read minds and probably should have asked --

Deskyl directs Diana to sit at the table, shoos DZ out of the room entirely, and shifts to a meditative pose.

And...Diana follows the cue?

After a moment something gently touches her mind through the Force, quickly resolving into a sense of Deskyl's presence. Oh, you only meant that. That's - I'll have to think about it. Less of a big deal, anyway. I'm not mad, you just startled me. Diana can tell that she's a bit shaken, and slightly standoffish as a result, but that's all.

oh okay

She's still desperately apologetic underneath that, but...yay?  Nothing seems to be ruined?

There's a wordless sense of Deskyl having seen the apologeticness, and - while slightly confused at the details of it - accepted the apology, and then her presence fades and she goes to get DZ.

Diana slooooowly exhales the breath she was subconsciously holding.  Phew.

Deskyl is back after a moment.

    "She says to tell you that she can't use that technique very often - if she does too much of it she ends up unable to stop, for that person."

"...I mean, I don't know if she minds, and am assuming she probably would, but...I don't think I would mind all that much, and most of that more because of reflexive embarrassment at exposing people to my weird thoughts than, intrinsic desire to not share them.  With Deskyl, at least, under the assumption that she's been...generally self-similar?  That she's not in some incredibly unlikely lacuna of possible Deskyl-states, that will collapse when something else happens?  ...It's so hard to put the thing I'm thinking about why in the galaxy's breadth I'd trust her to know my mind more than - I don't know, my Jedi friends - but, somehow it's there, and of course it's all feelings-y because rationally speaking I should be running away screaming, but that's just wrong, and, the Force agrees?  ...is it something I could learn, this technique or an equivalent?"

    "It's an intermediate sensory technique, she says, ma'am, and you can probably learn it - there's also a counter, but it's more complex. For now she'd like to sleep, though."

"Of course.  Sleep well, Deskyl."

And Diana heads off to...probably get changed because ugh robe and then tinker and - she'll grieve some more later.