...It helps her wrath find some outlets...

But it nonetheless persists.

"...Is sparring a good idea?"

She's not really sure...

Pradnakt shrugs, half-casually. "It helps me. Useful to feel strong."

"...Personal strength doesn't meaningfully matter against systemic problems.  Only personal ones.  And perhaps I could battle-meditate a slave revolt, but...even then, it wouldn't last without having support from others.  Not with orbital kriff-yous existing."  She sighs.  "It's always this, when I try to solve problems, and I never hate it any less each time."

"Not useful like that, useful like..." she paces a bit as she speaks, half-circling Diana in a way that's more than a little reminiscent of a fight. "Reminding yourself that you have strength, feeling it, seeing that it's something you can do. Useful here and now, to you." She pauses and shrugs. "Better to try it, maybe, if you don't know what I mean."

"...I think the impetus is gone.  Which...is less good than I'd like it to be, because it's plausibly learned helplessness, now that I think about it.  Which is bad."

Diana joins in the circling!

"Mmhmm." And if Pradnakt reaches for her 'saber?

Diana mirrors her, the frown on her face shifting to a distractedly sly grin as the saber enters Pradnakt's hand, because honestly, she does want to spar with her girlfriend.  It's...fun, she thinks.  To strive, and prove herself, and help Pradnakt reach for excellence.

Well let's go, then.

Oh yes indeed.

Her lightsabers snap on, and the fight begins.

Pradnakt is badly outmatched, but that doesn't mean she can't make Diana work for it at least a little. It helps that she doesn't seem to care that much about being hit by Diana's training 'sabers - she'll avoid them when she can, of course, but she's not going to let a little pain slow her down here.

Diana seems to be keeping just a bit ahead of Pradnakt's demonstrated skill, every time, pushing to her limits...

"Alright, now try to hit me!"

Can she do that without getting hit? Not really.

Is that going to stop her from trying? Also no.

(She isn't going to actually tag her, not with her actual 'saber, but she can pull her strike closely enough to leave a scorch on Diana's clothing if she can get a strike in at all.)

And eventually, Pradnakt does get the chance to lightly singe Diana's clothes, though as Diana grins and calls a halt, it becomes clear that no, Pradnakt didn't actually do any damage to them; the floor warmed up a little bit, instead.

"Tutaminis is pretty absurd, isn't it?  You're fighting effectively, though in actual combat I think even a rather potent Sith would have succumbed to that number and volume of blows.  Still, you're recovering nicely from the...everything.  Well fought."

Pradnakt chuckles and falls back, taking the opportunity to shake out her arms where she was taking most of the blows and give a particularly sore spot on her side a stretch. "Yeah, you got me good. Nice spar."

"Would you like me to heal that up for you?"

"Hm." She gives it another stretch. "Probably should, yeah, it'll bother me in the morning if we leave it."

Then Diana can, with perhaps an unnecessary amount of affectionate touch, heal Pradnakt's training damage!

Mmm girlfriendsnuggles.

"Weird how you can just go yea far into the Light and then stop. I guess that's probably just practice but I can't."

"Hmm...?"

"When I flip, it's just.... the well is deep." She shrugs. "I'll show you sometime, that's probably best."

"It is deep.  It's...It's as deep as the sky.  But it will hold you up, if you ask it, or, equally, submerge you within its waves.

"It's...you walk with it; not into it.

"Or maybe it just really likes you.  I've no claim to understand the Light's motives."

"Yeah, one of those. Anyway. Back to work."

"Indeed.  The work needs doing."

And she will do it.

And Pradnakt will sit with her while she does, offering hugs as needed and signing to Daisy in between the droid's holocrons.

Eventually, she is done.