Hug hug hug hug hug. This, too, is a situation where she'll hold her for as long as she needs. And, after a bit, there's a steady candle-flame's worth of emotion projection - not calm, this time, but pride, the kind of centeredness that comes of knowing who and what you are and feeling the intrinsic value of that, not in comparison to anything else but just in itself. It's held carefully separate, not meant to overwrite what Diana is feeling or even really make her feel what it shows, just to give her a path, where she might otherwise get lost.

And she is definitely trying to (get lost, that is), and thankfully failing despite herself, because of...also herself, apparently.  She...has some very tangled-up thoughts and beliefs and dreams, fighting with eachother and the ingrained pressure of Jedi culture.

Jedi culture might, eventually, lose, which might be a good thing.  Diana doesn't, indeed almost can't, know, until something like that happens somehow, somewhen.  Today probably won't be that day...but she might've made progress.

Eventually, her body starts protesting that it needs food, and she lets that carry her on into routine, but...she doesn't want to let go of Pradnakt if it's possible.

Pradnakt scoops her up as soon as her intentions become obvious, and carries her out into the kitchen, settling them in their usual spots; she signs to Daisy to get breakfast for them.

Oh, well, this works too.

"...thanks.  both of you.  you - didn't have to do this."

"It's no trouble, ma'am."

"...I mean.  you're doing a thing you wouldn't otherwise be..."

...

"...no, down that road lies madness, and it is anxiety-flavored."

Squeeze; cheek-kiss.

"thank you, again.  really...needed this.  need this.  you're...helping."

"Good."

...Why in the billionfold stars did that word in this context provoke this reaction?!, she doesn't say.  She's too wrung out to really care.  Nonetheless, Pradnakt probably notices her quiver.

Apparently so, from the little squeeze it gets her.

And then there is food.

aaaa.  That is good.

And there's food.  Which is good.

...hm.  She has to eat food.

This might be not-good?

She'll try and find out.

Pradnakt unhugs the bare minimum amount for them both to be able to eat; she's pretty clearly cheating a bit with the Force to make it work for herself.

Yeah, Diana's...it's not cheating if she's legitimately too wrung-out to properly coordinate her limbs, but she's doing that too.

Pradnakt keeps half an eye on her, in case she starts having more trouble.

She'll be fine, she's just very flopped.  Emotions are hard work.  Especially ones like these.

Yeah.

Eventually-

    "She'd like to know if you know what you'd like to do next, ma'am."

"...um.  No, I actually don't.  There's 'fuck up Pritruth's shit', but, uh, not presently capable of planning past this minute."

    "She says that that's fine, ma'am."

    "She's going to bring you back to your room; may I come in and sit with the two of you?"

"mmhmm."

    "Thank you, ma'am."

Pradnakt helps her out of the chair rather than scooping her up, but supports most of her weight on their way back to bed, where she cuddles up next to her again; Daisy brings over a chair and sits next to Pradnakt's side of the bed.

Meanwhile -

R4-M27 rolls up to the new crewmember.  Hello.  Anything that's still confusing you?  The datapack tries, but my human still surprises me sometimes.

He considers this for a moment; the pause is brief enough that it wouldn't be obvious to a human.

I'm not sure whether I'm under orders to develop preferences, or why I'm supposed to start with gardening-related ones if I am.

You're not under orders to do either of those things; did she mention bonsai?  She tends to think of that when she thinks about something that's particularly incongruous for our type of droid to do, and then use it as an example of something you could theoretically decide to get into.  I imagine that if she gave the same talk to a protocol droid it would be about weapon design.

I actually do have a single bonsai tree in the aerator and hydroponics section, because it's both funny and something to do with spare cycles.

Oh. Okay.