DZ stays primarily in Deskyl's room, especially once she's arranged for some artwork - abstract posters, mostly - to be hung on the walls and ceiling; Deskyl recovers as expected, quickly regaining the ability to properly sleep and wake, though having any kind of understanding of her surroundings, even enough to look at DZ when she moves around the room, comes much more slowly.

And then one morning - not too long after she starts sleeping through the night, rather than spending random lengths of time napping and staring at the wall, and before she's shown any ability for complex intentional movement - she leaps out of bed, the lightsaber that DZ had hidden in her sheets in hand, and makes a beeline for Diana, even somehow managing to get it lit as she covers the distance.

...oh, bother.

Normally, she'd lock the blade for just long enough and go for a stun - her lightsabers, one blue double-blade with two quillons, the other her green blaster, are already igniting, even as she attempts to jar the Sith by deploying fixtures from the floor while she's running over it - but with her situation as it is, stunners are riskier than literal disarmament and she's not harming a patient!

So Deskyl finds Diana Pallas meeting her at her end of the corridor, fully armored up - and both just a little bit frustrated, and sad.

Disrupting her footing slows her but doesn't stop her; she's clumsy with the Force, but apparently capable of keeping herself upright and headed where she intends to be with telekinesis.

Strategy, tactics, and situational awareness are for people who have more than brain damage, instinct, and terror going on in their heads; Deskyl is very simply going to attempt to drive her lightsaber through the Jedi, nothing more and nothing less.

...and that is how you find your lightsaber caught between the prongs of two other lightsabers, thoroughly boxed in, while the Jedi looks at you, radiating bafflement and pity and sorrow.  "DZ, a hand, please?"

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry, ma'am, one moment." She edges carefully around the lightsabers to try to get into Deskyl's line of sight so she can sign to her.

What? No? Aaaaaaaaa? Push harder? Do... something else? But what... she has no idea what. Aaaaaaaa there is a Jedi why is there a Jedi? She's going to die! Because there is a Jedi and her lightsaber is broken! Aaaaa!

....there's a droid. She likes the droid? The droid is also in danger! This is very bad!! The droid is.... something.... something something safe? No! There's a Jedi! Right there!! And her lightsaber is broken! ...droid... something something no lightsaber? ????? That's bad, but.... the droid is calm. And good. And it's good, she thinks, to do what the droid wants, because the droid is so good. It's very confusing that the good droid wants her to not lightsaber the Jedi, but... it's good to do what the good droid wants even when it's confusing. It's important.

She takes a step back, lightsaber still lit, and watches the Jedi warily.

The Jedi also takes a step back, and turns off one of her lightsabers!  (She doesn't put it back on her belt, but it's off.)  Then she...edges over to a small kitchenette and slowly pulls a sealed ration pack ([Near-Human Medical, Liquid] say the symbols) out of the cooling box, not looking away from Deskyl, but neither is she facing Deskyl with combative intent...and then she pokes a straw into the ration and offers it to Deskyl, given how it's floating over right where she could grab it?

She's not very willing to take her eyes off the Jedi yet (why is there a Jedi) but glances at the ration, and then a moment later gives the droid a confused look and gestures for her to handle it.

"I'm not sure how much she understands right now, ma'am, she's not usually responsive enough at this stage for me to tell. I expect not very much." She steps forward to take the ration pack, signing 'safe' and 'food' as she does.

"Yeah, I'm not expecting her to understand as much as I'm hoping she understands and doing my best to not let misunderstandings hurt anyone."  Diana pulls out some food for herself - instant oatmeal, apple-cinnamon - and sets it to cooking; after it's done (with a cheery bing!, not that Deskyl can hear it) she pulls up a table and chairs for herself and optionally Deskyl, turning off her other lightsaber at this time, still moving slowly.

    "Yes ma'am. You should know that her memory is still very bad at this stage, and she's not going to remember this tomorrow morning; I'm not confident she'll remember it in ten minutes."

Deskyl gives Diana a confused look when she disengages her second lightsaber, but turns off her own after a moment - it doesn't occur to her to stow it, and it seems like she quickly forgets that she's holding it at all - and lets DZ guide her by the elbow to sit in the other chair.

Diana eats her breakfast, and...sort of just, softly radiates calm safety healing peace protectiveness into the Force, hoping Deskyl will listen to her feelings, since her brain is not operating.

"Then we'll do this until she can remember.  We have time."

    "Yes ma'am. Thank you for not killing her."

Deskyl is clearly not buying this calm-safe-peace thing, but keeps glancing at DZ every few seconds and following her lead to tolerate Diana's presence, so that's something, at least. She's not interested in the liquid ration when DZ offers it to her, though, preferring to keep her attention on the Jedi.

"...She cares about you.  I'll leave you alone, shall I?"

Diana can go find some maintenance to do!  Or meditate.

The Sith's signature in the Force is starting to bounce back a bit, she might notice as she meditates. It's hard to guess what it would look like without the damage, but there are some hints that it might possibly be a bit softer than other Siths' signatures, if she looks for them.

When she comes back through the main part of the ship, DZ has gotten Deskyl back to bed, but has the door ajar and is standing just inside, positioned to keep an eye on both Deskyl and the common area.

"...you alright?"  She's quiet, soft, tentative, deliberate.  "I imagine that gave you...quite a scare.  Did she get to eating...?"

"Yes ma'am, after you left. Did you have any questions for me?"

"I did ask if you're alright.  ...Anything else I should know, now that we've got the whole, Force, thing out?"

"I'm fine, ma'am. Most of what I told you about Lord Pritruth and Master Deskyl was true, but she was Lord Pritruth's apprentice, not the employee of one, studying lightsaber design."

"Good lies have a kernel of truth."  She gives an...approving nod?  "...She going to want to do any revenging?  Goodness knows I would, after..."  She gestures at the medbay.

"She seems to be more focused on keeping herself safe, ma'am, I had specific instructions to get her out if an opportunity arose even if it meant taking away her opportunity to kill him. She might want to go back if there's an opportunity that isn't too risky, but we haven't discussed it."

"I see.  I'll keep that in mind; I certainly don't like him after...this.  Who does that?  And, why, Force's sake!  What's the...Is there even any point to, that!"

There's a pause before DZ speaks, which is uncharacteristic of recently-wiped droids.

"I don't know, ma'am."

"...would you care to speculate?"

Diana notices this!  But doesn't immediately say anything about it.