Force preserve her, she's about to not just melt but sublimate from experiencing this much bliss.

Snuggling into Pradnakt like...some sort of very clingy cuddly animal, just absolutely entwining herself as if Pradnakt is a drug and she's chasing a high...

...Well, she's doing it more healthily than that, but the metaphor's not wrong about the sheer intensity of her quest for cuddles.

Snuggle snuggle. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart."

"...promise?"  She seems so...vulnerable, as she asks, in a way she hasn't dared let herself be, before.  "That you'll stay?  That only the Force itself..." will sunder the bond it is clearly making, she doesn't finish; that's...more than she could dare to ask, not with this quest still in front of her - but she wants to tie herself to this strangely non-Sithy Sith.  "I..."

The words jam in her mouth, 'want to be yours', 'love you', 'trust you with my life', and so many other possibilities - but the emotions broadcast loud and clear.

Kiss. "The Force can try."

The wordless, overwhelmed noise she makes is only not a whimper because it is happy.

Snuggling continues.

"Want to hear some, mm, Sith shit but, like, cute?"

She does!

"So Sith are always worried about - safety, are we safe, who'd win in a fight - it comes up a lot, you don't live long as a Sith if you don't watch that. But it's not just who's the stronger fighter. You could take me with a hand behind your back but I wasn't worried about that for long - you could beat me in a fair fight but that just meant I couldn't give you a fair fight if I needed to fight you, and even early on I knew you wouldn't attack me first, and that's strength and weakness too. But, you know, at this point, I'm just as bad, I couldn't attack you first either." Snuggle.

Diana's immediate instinct here is hug.

...Her first thought, however, is more, "d'aw, that is honestly kind of cute", though.

"Yeah." Squeeze. "And it's not a weakness most Sith can ever afford, so." Cheek-kiss. "I'm glad."

"Mmhmm.  A weakness that's a strength."

Mmm, kisses.  Kisses are wonderful.

"...I'm glad I can be weak to you, too."

"It does have its advantages." She's blushing a bit about it, just around the tips of her ears.

!!!!!!

Blushy girlfriend!  Is very cute!  Should be encouraged!

Perhaps with kisses?  Kisses are good!  Like her!

Ooh, kisses. Pradnakt is in favor.

"We do need dinner," she points out, though, after a bit.

"Mhm, probably...Darn linear progression of subjective time."

"Have words with the Force about it, yeah," she says, gently extracting herself.

"Yeah.  Though sometimes you hear stories about the Force actually doing something about that complaint and I'm not sure I want to become a potential cosmological constant, y'know?  If they're at all true.  Which is...only barely not ruled out, but still."

Pradnakt chuckles. "Yeah, I was joking. C'mon," she adds, offering Diana a hand up.

Up she goes!  "Yeah, so was I."

And they can help each other get dressed and head out to the galley, where Daisy is sitting with a datapad; the droid gets up when they come in and offers to make dinner for them.

"I'd appreciate that, if you'd like to."

"Yes ma'am. Would you like anything in particular?"

Diana appears to be doing her best 'droid freezing because they have been asked about their opinions and need to figure out what those opinions are first' impression for a good few seconds.

"...I imagine R4 is actually better able to tell you than I am.  Which...is definitely...something."

Pradnakt doesn't laugh at her, but she might as well be, with the way her amused fondness is bobbling up in the Force. She kisses her cheek instead once Daisy has said 'yes ma'am' and turned to start preparing the food.

Diana is blushing and glad that Pradnakt didn't...laugh-laugh.  Like...it is actually kind of humorous, and she certainly doesn't think Pradnakt ought to not find it so, but it's also...

...

"...such Jedi banthashit, free yourself from desire my ass!"

And now, she can laugh!  Because she'd rather not cry!