"I have quite a few books on the subject; you are certainly welcome to them.  Hmm.  ...Are there certain tasks you have noticed going uncompleted because neither of you knew how to do them properly?

"I don't know how to wash her embroidered clothes without damaging them, ma'am. And she was happier with her meals when we had access to a cooking droid."

"I'm not sure I know anything about those immediately, but we do have a full copy of the unabridged Encyclopedia Galactica aboard.  And I'm almost certain that I should have someone wildly digressing about cooking somewhere in my mail.  Not sure if I...hmm, cooking would probably benefit from chem-analysis and I'm almost certain I have a spare sniffer somewhere...Let alone the utility of actually being able to see what the temperature of something is.  But I digress.  Is there anything else like that?"

"Not that's come up so far, ma'am."

"Is there anything else that you think would be helpful to discuss, or anything else you would want help with that's not already been covered...?"

"You might want to see if Lord Pradnakt has anything to add, ma'am?"

"I'll do that when she wakes, I suppose.  Would you mind telling R4 to remind me of that if I haven't gotten to it by tomorrow?  He doesn't usually come in here.  ...Damn, Pradnakt never did say what to do with Eclipse."

"I wouldn't normally expect her to sleep very long at this time of day, ma'am."

"That's not exactly directly related to whether I'll remember to ask the question.  But hopefully, mmhmm."

"Yes ma'am."

"...Is there anything else you'd like to talk about?"

"I am curious about your background, ma'am, I know very little about Jedi or the Republic."

"Hmmm.  My background's a little twistier than that; I was hardly dropped at the Temple doorstep as a babe.  Still...Hmm.  You probably want more authoritative sources than I on what the Republic is like.  I'm not actually back there overmuch, these days.  But the Temple?  I can talk about the Temple.  It's...Well.  I suppose 'peaceful' overstates it, but they've tried to cultivate an atmosphere of calm, and mostly succeeded, despite everything.  I never quite fit into that, myself; I've almost always wanted to - go out, do things, fix problems not when they get out of hand but proactively.  Which is the sort of thing that leads me to this line of work, I suppose; in a more peaceful life I expect I'd have gone into politics, instead.  I grew up on a long-haul spacer, the sort that's slow and cheap but reliable; discovered I was Force-sensitive in a -" she winces - "contract dispute, when I objected to someone's violent objection to enforcement of terms.  Went to the Temple soon after, because - there was a war on, is still one ongoing, but - we had an ex-con aboard, hauling cargo, and he told me something that stuck with me a lot.  That, people are often shaped by their circumstances, and if you change the circumstances, you change the people, too.

"Was something I kept in mind when they started trying to fill our minds with the 'all Sith are invariably tooka-killing baby-eaters' drek.  People are always people, wherever they are.  Sith have a lot of bad circumstances, but Pradnakt, for example, is still...fundamentally not horrible.  And I'm sure that sounds like a backhanded compliment, but - that's all I aspire to, myself, because nobody's perfect, you know?"

Diana calms down by giving Pradnakt more hairpets.  Waking her up would be rude.

"So I thought, when I had the chance, that I'd like to change some circumstances, and eventually, here we are."

"Yes ma'am. Thank you."

"Anytime.  Well, probably, 'anytime we're not in the middle of doing something', I suppose, but - anytime."

"Of course, ma'am."

Pradnakt stirs slightly under Diana's hands.

Mmm, Diana thinks this calls for more petting.  "...Welcome back to the waking world; sleep well?"

"Mmmmmmm." She reaches up for a hug.

And a hug she shall have!  "Mm-hmm."

It takes her another minute to wake all the way up, and then she signs to Daisy, receiving a much longer signed reply; from the way she's paying attention to it it seems likely that this is the report she deferred earlier.

When that's done: "She'd like to know how you feel about disposing of the ship, ma'am."

"Hm?  How do you mean...?"

Sign sign cheek-kiss.

    "She says that if you'd like to drop it into a star that can happen but if you'd like to give it to the Jedi that's also okay."

"...I've just thought of an even better idea.  What if we crash it into Pritruth's base to further confuse every-kriffing-body about what the kriff happened?  But honestly, my heart says 'star', my head says 'Jedi', my sense of drama says 'crash it into Pritruth's stuff'."  Diana permits herself a small giggle.  "That can be combined with 'Jedi', but not 'star'."