Yeah, just a little bit.

"...Let's - see if we can do this.  Find and tell their stories.  Start with one we have - a focus, for.  I'll...go get a holocron."

"'kay." She shifts to let her go.

Would Pradnakt like to come with her?  Diana seems rather slow to leave the vicinity, though she will do so.

Yep, she picks that up pretty quick, and will hold her hand on the way.

Into the workshop she goes; her holocrons and holocron parts are hidden inside the worktable, which latches shut on the inside.

"You're welcome to consult these, by the way; not sure if what's honestly mostly my diary would be useful to you, but if it helps, it helps."  They've got labels; they're mostly...calendar dates?

Huh.

    "She says she might, ma'am, if you're sure you don't mind."

"I'm sure; they're pretty opinionated about keeping private information from people who don't need to know it, and also usually pretty hopeful about teaching people."

"Mmhm."

She grabs some parts and fits them together, plucking the finished holocron out of the air, and turns to Pradnakt.

"...Next up is the ashes."

Those are in her room; there's a little makeshift shrine set up for them using the sunset holoprojector and a couple of other knickknacks. She runs her hand over the set before selecting one at apparent random.

Diana doesn't question that.

"Where's - the right sort of space, for you to do this?"

She thinks about it for a second, shrugs, and goes to sit crosslegged on the bed, signing for Daisy to dim the lights.

And Diana joins her, both holocron and hand proffered.

Pradnakt entwines her fingers with Diana's, leaving them holding the holocron together, and settles in to meditate.

Diana settles in to meditate as well, opening herself to the Force and to Pradnakt.

Pradnakt has a technique for this; it usually calls on the connection between a nearby person and whatever she's looking for, but it's flexible enough to work in the current situation.

Sort of.

There's a vague sense of presence, but no details, at least with the type of support Pradnakt usually gives the technique.

Diana's typical divination method, on the other hand, is more a matter of opening herself wide, then parsing signal from noise as the Force flows through her; it floods Pradnakt's search with power, and as she realizes that she can let Pradnakt handle the parsing, Diana pivots to focusing on simply being a conduit to the Force, its power and its memories, for Pradnakt.

The presence fills out as the unobstructed light side of the Force flows into the technique, providing a much stronger connection to this person's memories. Pradnakt gently redirects the impression of them to the holocron, holding steady until there's a sense of the Force being done with its work.

And Diana lets herself taper off at that signal, though that doesn't stop her from radiating pride and affection Pradnakt-wards.

Pradnakt squeezes Diana's hand and leans on her shoulder in reply.

    "She'd like to know if you have enough holocrons for all of them, ma'am."

"I'm pretty sure there's enough space, though there might not be enough individual casings for every single person who died."

    "Yes ma'am."

    "The first one was Oscbra Minnsee, ma'am, from Kolia."

"...We should probably do the people we have ashes of, first, then the people who we only have names for."

    "She says she'd like to get a sense for how difficult the earliest ones will be; it may be better to do those while you're fresh, or after a break, if they're harder."

"I suppose the first one is rather unlikely to be still amongst those whose ashes we have."

Oscbra Minnsee, of Kolia.  She - grabs another holocron, parts swerving through the corridor - fixes that name in her mind, and prepares to meditate.

"...You ready?"