Mmm, food is good.  ...Deskyl's really really good though, goodness.

Diana eventually finishes her lunch!

Deskyl, less distracted, has finished first and put her arm back around Diana's shoulder.

This does not make Diana any less distracted from food!

Well, no, it wouldn't, but that's not the only priority here, see? If she seems to object Deskyl will back off.

Oh, there's definitely no objections whatsoever, goodness no, absolutely not!

She would have been pretty surprised if there were!

Lunch does need to be eaten; she will nudge Diana to this effect from time to time if need be.

Diana can manage to eat any food, she's just also getting lost in fuzzy happyfeels in between bites of lunch.

That's fine.

When she's done:

    "Master Deskyl says she needs a nap if she's going to spar with you after dinner, ma'am," and Deskyl gives her a squeeze before letting her go.

"That sounds like a plan."

And Diana is going to coincidentally be in her - Diana's - bunk for other important reasons.

Diana seems like she's managed to release a bit of tension when Deskyl sees her at the table for dinner; she's set up an empty place setting next to her chair on her own initiative.

Oh good.

There's no hairpetting over dinner - let's not fall directly back into the cuddle pit, here - but there can be hugs, perhaps even slightly lingering ones afterward, and then Deskyl will suggest that they head to the cargo bay for sparring.

D'aww, but hairpets are so nice!  But not getting distracted is pretty important!  ...Hugs are also nice so that works as far as cuddlepit avoidance!

"So, how do you want to do this?  I want to...do this right, helpfully, but I'm not - usually this is the healers' jobs, not mine?  So I don't precisely know how this should go.  I have vague intuitions, but they're mostly 'be careful' and 'Force's sake, no live weapons', which - I probably should have asked how you built your saber but I do have a generic training saber here?  If you need one?  And of course I don't intend to use anything that has a lethal setting in training..."

    "She says 'do you know how to pull a saber strike?', ma'am."

"I do, but - it's actually advised against to practice like that?  If you have training weapons; I dunno Sith protocol, but pulling strikes trains you to reflexively pull strikes, and I know that I do want to be able to do that, but I need to have reflexes that are also not doing that, and I assume you do too?"

"...Unless you mean literally pulling it which I do also actually know how to do!"

    "She says that Sith don't touch training sabers, ma'am; as far as training concerns, katas and other non-sparring practice are sufficient to train killing blows, and training with live weapons allows better calibration and integration of their danger sense - have you noticed that Sith don't dodge non-injurious strikes?"

"...Huh.  That's pretty interesting, actually.  We are, however, still on a spaceship.  Unfortunately.  Even if the hold's rather durable, it's still probably not the best idea?  Don't want to hit something important in the walls."

     "Master Deskyl is confident that she can spar without damaging anything; she says that if you aren't, you can use the training saber until you are. Assuming it's designed to be able to parry a full lightsaber; if it isn't, she can make that modification if you aren't familiar with it."

"...Mmmm.  It's not that I'm not confident that in most circumstances it won't even come up, it's that there's a difference between small and zero probabilities of an event occurring.  Still, if you're sure that's the right training to do..."

    "She says that she'd rather you use your regular sabers, ma'am, but it's your ship, and you know your own skills, so it's your decision; she's fine with either."

"I see."  She specifically puts away the training saber that's also a blaster, then, and ignites her green blade, but the blades and quillons of her other saber are still training-yellow, albeit, in deference to Deskyl's preferences, powerful enough to hurt.

"Well, then, shall we?"

Deskyl grins, giving an amused half-bow of acknowledgement, and backs up a few steps before lighting her 'saber, dipping the red blade in a playful 'come at me' opening for a moment before setting into a guard stance.

Diana grins, from across the hold, and her blaster goes pew pew in a perfunctory manner, but then she lunges, green blade leading but with her yellow threatening a follow-up!

You would absolutely not be able to guess that Deskyl is in recovery from the way she moves, dodging the green blade and parrying the yellow hard enough to possibly disrupt Diana's balance.

Ah, but that leaves Diana's blaster in position to twitch and blast as Diana's arm goes loose for just long enough to let Deskyl think she's getting an opportunity to strike through the blade at Diana herself, then entangles Deskyl's blade with her yellow saber's quillons, pushing out and away as something hits right at the back of Deskyl's knee -