I'd like to know what might make her hurt my Sith.

Uncoerced mass murder, or someone's life being in immediate danger if my Jedi doesn't do something to prevent it.

Okay. Thank you.

Happy to help.  Please feel free to seek me out if you have further questions.

I shouldn't go far from my Sith, but I'm sure I can figure something out.

I'll get you a comm button.

And off R4 goes!

Deskyl's fear sings in the Force again a few hours later, but DZ is apparently able to handle it without her leaving the room. At lunchtime, though, she gets past her and goes for Diana again, with no more subtlety than last time.

Diana meets this with no less grace and patience than last time.  "...I don't think I know much of that sign language you're using, though I've seen some Sith use it before; I spent most of my spare language acquisition on Galactic Sign and Binary.  Would it help if I was able to speak it at all, do you think?  And...what happened to make this different from the earlier episode you defused?"

"I was in the doorway then, ma'am, and had time to get her attention; this time I was waking her up to eat. You do need at least one free hand for Sith Battle Sign, but... can you see that Master Deskyl has a Force effect up? I know it's subtle."

"Ahh, I see.  ...Suggesting a distance poking device is a silly thought, but if it would help, I can get you one.  I can see that she's doing...something.  I wouldn't dare hazard a guess as to what, just yet, save that I think it's internal."

"Yes ma'am. Master Deskyl can hear, but it's unpleasant without Force assistance, and it's been too difficult for her to set that up again since this started; the effect you see is deafening her instead. There should be a way to decrease it without removing it entirely. You'll want to enunciate very clearly when you speak to her."

"...If she has the same problems I have with volume, I can probably find a dampener that isn't the one I use for daily wear somewhere around here.  If it's the qualia of hearing itself that's unpleasant, I don't really have..."  An idea strikes.  "Hey R4!  Do you think you could stuff the compute of speech filtering into the form factor of my old headband?"

A whistle of genial unsureness returns from the control room.

"Well, it might help our patient, so I think we should try and find out!"

It's at about this point that DZ's signing gets through to Deskyl, who finally backs off, visibly confused and trying to puzzle out the situation.

Diana gives Deskyl her space!  "DZ, do you know which of those is the case?  ...I think I can actually improvise setting up proper Force-enabled volume cutoffs, if she lets me help.  Shouldn't be too dissimilar from tutaminis...annnnd it took me until now to think of doing that myself?  Wow, I feel rather silly."

    "She seems to have more trouble with complex sounds than loud ones, ma'am, but some trouble with both." DZ edges back around the lightsaber zone, and Deskyl lets her lead her off to the table again, slightly less skeptically than last time.

"I see."  Well, that's a good project to work on over her lunch break, she thinks.  Volume limits should be simple enough, but... - well, R4's on the complexity filter.  She'll let him handle it.

Still, she does need to get Deskyl's buy-in.  No putting strange devices on a patient whose consent you can actually get.  And so Diana wraps the area in a bubble of isolation from the shipboard noise, and gently works the suppression down a little bit.

"Hello."  Her voice is quiet, soft.  "I come in peace.  I can make something that keeps the world quiet for you.  Would you like that?"

Deskyl winces and growls a little when Diana first speaks to her, but there's no real heat behind it, and no particular sign of distress in the Force. She doesn't seem to be parsing the words, though.

    "It generally works best to present things very simply, ma'am," DZ suggests, quietly, and then signs, speaking along this time: "Jedi safe. Quietness machine yes?"

Deskyl seems a bit less baffled by this, but doesn't reply, even after a few repetitions. "I think this is just too complex for her right now, ma'am."

Diana lets the Force effect go back to...well, full force, though she's tempted to see if she can make the dampening effect power a trickle of healing.

"I see.  ...Whoever did this to her...they have something to answer for.  Likely many things, really, but definitely this one."

    "Yes ma'am." She sets about trying to coax Deskyl to eat; the Sith is still distracted by the Jedi, but not as uninterruptibly so.

Diana eats her own lunch, as well.

They're making progress!

They are!

Toward the end of the meal, Deskyl gets DZ's attention and gestures questioningly at Diana.

    "Jedi safe," DZ signs to her.

Deskyl's eyes narrow a bit, but she gestures again, a little more emphatically.

    "Jedi helping. Ally against master."

At the mention of her master there's a little burst of rage, in the Force, though a slight narrowing of her eyes is Deskyl's only outward sign of it. She thinks this over for a minute and nods, thoughtfully.

The Jedi continues to peacefully exist!  She winces inside her helmet upon feeling the anger, but that's even less noticeable!

    "I don't expect her to remember that, ma'am. But it's a good sign, I think."

Deskyl's lunch doesn't take much longer, and DZ guides her back to bed; she'll ask R4 to come by and help with waking her for dinner when he drops off the comm.

"It is, indeed."

R4 can do that, sure!  How does DZ want to do this?  Deskyl's her Sith, if anyone can come up with a good plan, it's probably DZ - Diana's not the right sort of precognitive, there.