Pradnakt stays close, keeping as much of an eye on Diana as on her work; she has a sense that this is going to turn, quickly, when the other woman reaches the end of what's driving her, and stressed as Pradnakt is right now, she's reasonably stable, hopefully enough so to keep things from going too badly. (And she's present, which is its own virtue; Nine is also following, but much more slowly.)

She's not going to stop Diana, though. That won't help anything, clearly. What's happening with her will run its course in its own time.

When Diana is done, there's no part larger than the size of her hand, nor a single complex mechanism, left intact, and that brilliant blade of will - sharp, shining, incandescent with indignation - shatters into a thousand pieces as Diana realizes she is done - that she has destroyed the instrument of torture - and stops holding off the backlash of standing tall in the face of those Dark echoes, quivering, shaking - pulling off her helmet and pulling a vomit bag out of her utility belt to just retch into, her practiced composure failing.

"It was - so horrible in there, Pradnakt, I'm almost glad that you don't remember this; it's - so much suffering."

Pradnakt is right there, her presence in the Force surprisingly steady for all that she's clearly worn thin herself. "I see it," she nods, and puts her arm around Diana's waist, arranging herself so that the other woman can lean on her as much as she might want. "Home?"

"Home..."  Home sounds good, yeah.

Maybe they can lean on eachother.  That would work well.

It does, yeah. They can catch up with Nine and make their way back to the Subtle Knife. Daisy is waiting for them in the cargo bay, but Pradnakt cuts her off from giving her report and sends her to go make them something warm to eat.

"mhn...can probably take a report, really...just, nausea and backlash...", she mumbles.

She definitely can't actually take a report.

You absolutely cannot take a report.  Go rest.  I'll tell Daisy what to feed you when you're like this.  What did you do, stand in an echo chamber of malice?

"Bed, love," Pradnakt urges, as Daisy leaves for the galley.

...Okay, she can do bed, too.

Ooh, love.  Pretty word.  Pretty word from pretty girl.

...Bed and cuddles actually do sound pretty good.  Even if something is screaming at her that she shouldn't let herself slack like this.

But R4 said it's break time now.

And she listens to that.

So it's break time now.

It is. Pradnakt's hands have a subtle but definitely present shake to them as she helps Diana out of her armor and into bed, where she curls up closely, murmuring an ambivalent response when Daisy appears a few minutes later with a tray of soup and chocolate ice cream.

Diana gently holds Pradnakt's hands until they stop shaking, unless this seems contraindicated.  The food will keep, with a little attention paid; she doesn't want to have to do laundry because Pradnakt spilled the soup.

...well, okay, there's a whole lot of droids that would be happy for the chance, but it would still suck.

Pradnakt seems most interested in just being close to Diana, for now, with handholding mostly contraindicated because it's mutually exclusive with having her arms around her. She's not clinging, exactly - there's no particular desperation to it - it's just that this is where she is and this is where she's going to be.

Daisy stays, bringing the chair over to Pradnakt's side of the bed again; after a while, she begins reciting a poem in a language Diana isn't familiar with, fairly quietly. Pradnakt reacts to this by shuddering all over, giving Diana a tight squeeze, and relaxing, all at once, as Daisy continues to recite, then kissing Diana's cheek after another verse or two and rolling over to watch her.

Diana just...lets Pradnakt have her moment; she can just...be there, and be supportive, in a softer way than in the machine's room earlier.

It's a relatively long poem, some dozen or so verses, and Pradnakt listens quietly until it's done, then reaches out to take Daisy's hand and kiss the back of it. "Yeah, love. Yeah."

This done, she stretches, gently, and turns her attention back to Diana. "You - okay?"

Diana nods, and settles her spoon into the now-empty bowl of ice cream with a 'clink'.

"Good." She kisses her cheek again and resettles herself to start on the soup.

Diana blushes, and wonders if Pradnakt likes hairpets.

She shudders gently and leans into the touch.

Then there will be hairpets, and Diana can maybe scoop up Pradnakt for once, into her lap, for the purposes of better holding and cuddling...

Yeah, that can happen. Pradnakt nuzzles her in return.

Nuzzles: Very good.

The petting continues, soft and gentle, as Diana's Force presence wraps around Pradnakt like a fluffy blanket of warm and fuzzy feelings.

It may or may not come as a surprise to Diana that Sith can melt, too.

It's only a little bit surprising, really, and mostly intensely endearing!

Diana proceeds to (ab)use the Force to hopefully give her girlfriend(!) a gentle-but-thorough massage, because despite the ongoing meltiness, Pradnakt's been really tense all day, and now is relaxing time!

Ohhhhhhhhh yes that's good.

There we go, you're doing such a good job of relaxing, it's safe here, you'll be safe here, it's okay...