"I -"

"Force preserve, I've just -"

"I've had a horrible idea, about, how to ensure your comfort.

"Which leans on...your doing this, and other things it might imply capabilities to do.

"That...I need to think about.  And probably...sleep on.  After I've - cried those tears."  (She sort of...gestures at the calming effect.)

"But there's a question I can ask now that would rule out that possibility, so whether or not I want to know, and regardless of what I want the answer to be - I don't even know - I probably should ask.  How complex can, this, get?  And how long does it last?"

    "She can hold it indefinitely, ma'am, including in her sleep; her range with it is about thirty feet, or double that if she's meditating, but it doesn't linger if someone leaves her range. She can also do fear and anger, and she can teach herself other states, including complicated ones."

"...could she do something about as complex as 'incapable of killing'?  As a rough first pass."  ...oh those are some complicated emotions Diana is having again, but a very different sort, all in different proportions and configurations.  ...and she's trying very hard to keep a lid on one particular subconscious response to the line of thought she's having, too, but...she's not doing a very good job of it, at all, and there's quite a bit of shame-guilt about that.  "I should probably, ah...excuse myself.  For a little bit.  While she thinks."  ...She is definitely not blushing the red cheeks are totally the sunset holos' faults why did she leave her helmet off for this.

(Fleeing still doesn't help.)

Deskyl lets her go without issue. She can maintain the calming effect as far as Diana's room, though it'll fade to nothing as soon as she makes a serious attempt to push it away.

Oh dear Force why are emotions and feelings anyway she has way too many.  Why are bodies, even.  They're traitors.  Diana is increasingly oscillating between "pull Deskyl's calming effect close like a lifeline" and jumping back with a sense of "Force, I shouldn't," over and over.  ...the one thing she doesn't do, though, is push it in any sense away.

There's a little bit of give, in the effect, where it'll get stronger if she pulls on it that way; after two or three rounds of that, though, it firms up and holds steady; the timing gives the impression that Deskyl has intentionally set it like that.

Oh, okay.

This is nice, actually.

Like a comfy blanket.

Though her face is kind of on fire right now.

(Deskyl can probably pick up on Diana's subdued relief.  She's proven to be very perceptive, over the past little while.)

(If she can - and it is a pretty safe assumption - she doesn't seem inclined to do anything about it.)

Then Diana...is going to take a nap?

Apparently?

(Comfy...)

You know what, that's pretty legit.

The calming effect will still be there when she wakes up.

Diana, eventually, wakes up, somehow burrows in tighter to the effect like it's a blanket burrito despite that being exactly how that doesn't work, and with just a little bit of regret, carefully extricates herself to go do ship things once more!

Like eat food!

Perhaps with the air cleared somewhat Deskyl might show up!  (...oh, Force, Diana, nooo, goes her braincell in the corner.)

Deskyl has decided to have her dinner in the galley, as it turns out; she's chatting with DZ in sign.

"Oh, hey.  ...um.  Thanks, for earlier.  Don't really know how much of all that you picked up on but I...definitely needed the firm hand to stop my wittering, as was.  ...It was really comfy, once I got over myself.  Healers will probably be all over trying to invent 'that but Jedi-flavor' if I tell them that it exists.  Which...that's your call, to me."

Diana sits...near-ish!  Not too close, though!  "...I kind of want to ask if you'd prefer if I learned your sign, but I'm worried about it coming across awkwardly - and frankly, I think that the tactically correct thing for you to do is probably to keep it to yourself, given the no-trust situation you're operating within.  There must be learner files on sign languages on the holonet somewhere, but then that leaves the both of us fumbling unless you know two already, and - Force, I don't know if I could handle owning a protocol droid."

    "Master Deskyl says she expects to be able to speak Basic again in a month or two, ma'am, and she expects that to be faster than either of you learning a new sign language; she'd want some time to think about it before teaching you Sith Battle Sign, she's not sure how the Empire would react to it leaking. She doesn't mind teaching you emotion projection, or letting you teach someone else; it's not a dark technique, so it shouldn't need any major adjustments."

Diana gives a grateful nod.  ...though she's not actually sure what that gratitude is for, yet, when she goes over her thoughts.  "...yeah, now that I think about it I do know the technique you mean.  I've just never felt it feel like that before."

    "She expects that Sith and Jedi use it rather differently, ma'am."

"...That does make a lot of sense...It's nice though..."

Diana pinches herself.  "...Maybe a bit too nice.  Force, I could get lost in that."

    "You should face your emotions at some point, she says, ma'am. "

"...In general, or in specific?  Because in this specific situation, I expect everyone on this vessel would probably be vastly more comfortable if I waited until after you were off it to, erm - confront a particular subset.  In general, though, yes, we can't not have them, so...ignoring that's bad."

    "She says she wouldn't be a sensory specialist if she wasn't prepared to ignore things that aren't her business, ma'am. But as you prefer."

Diana most definitely did not spray the sip of her drink in her mouth across the room while flushing red when DZ translated that.  She was not inhabiting a comedy skit.  She instead politely contemplated that sentence's implications, swishing the liquid in her mouth around in a stimmy sort of way, then swallowed.

"...If you'd prefer."

She did, however, blush.

    "It really isn't her business one way or the other, ma'am."

"Yes, intellectually I can acknowledge that, but emotions - don't, really, rational?"  She gives a dramatic shrug.  "All I can do is my best, I guess."

    "Yes ma'am."

    "She says it genuinely won't bother her, if that's what you're worried about."

"I...  Thank you.  For the reassurance.  Yes, that was, definitely part of what I was worrying about."  She slowly exhales.