... Nariveth grins.

"No. Thank you."

"As you were, then." Negligent finger flick. Back to the books.

Nariveth nods and shoos. She practically floats to the cafeteria (because she needs to get some more calories in her after that morning) to eat.

She keeps an eye out for the troublesome duo and Nils, because while she is gleeful she is now far too used to this place to trust that just because she won she's safe.

Is anyone going to bother her in her giddy bliss?

Two acolytes she doesn't know, sitting just down the table are!

"Hey. Hey, girl. You in Occlus's group?"

She glances up from her gloop.

"Yes? Why?"

The one who spoke nudges the other. "I told you, man!" He giggles. The other speaks, smirking.

"I wouldn't try too hard in my trials if I were you, then. Darth Thanaton's gonna kill Occlus and anyone who's with her the minute she steps off-world."

"Well if I don't try hard in my trials," she says dryly, "I die. So I don't really see how that's any better."

"Ah, see, difference is, Thanaton'll kill you painfully. He really don't like Occlus." Both laugh.

"Well, see, things here can kill me painfully, too. It depends on how sadistic my rivals are and how much they want me to suffer. Which, let me let you in on a little secret: I have pissed them all off. And my overseer. So what, then, do you recommend? Should I fling myself off of a cliff now, make sure my death is as quick as possible?"

"Hey now, just tryin' to help. No need to get snippish."

"Sure," she shrugs. "But I'm really not the type to take the certainty of a painless death over the possibility of a painful one. That's just really not how I work. But thank you for the warning about Darth Thanaton."

The two give her an 'it's your funeral' sort of look, and go back to their food.

Nariveth also goes back to her gloop that tries to pretend it's food. The situation makes her nervous, she does not want to make it out of the academy only to immediately die, but - there's nothing to really be done about that situation except prepare herself as much as she can. And she doesn't think Occlus is stupid, or quite as easy-to-kill as the acolytes think. And Nariveth has the sneaking suspicion that Occlus is up to something. Or maybe that's just blind hope.

And then she is out of gloop, and trying to figure out what to do.

Where are the lovers at the moment? And where's Nils?

The lovers are - in quite a lot of pain, but nowhere near the second floor practice room.

Nils is nowhere that she can sense.

Well, that was fast, for the training accident. Points to Occlus for efficiency, she supposes.

And - nowhere? That's worrying. But maybe he's done her a favor and gotten killed somehow on his assignment to read in the library. ... That's probably too much to hope. Yeah, okay, it's too much to hope.

She'll go check to make sure there isn't another trial she hasn't been told about.

The overseer is not happy to see her. That vein in his temple is pulsing again.

"I have. Nothing. For you. Slave. Leave."

The sight of him furious makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Thank you," she says, smiling, and out she goes.

Her smile drops when she's out of the room. This is concerning. Clearly Nils is up to something, and she doesn't know what. Something in the tombs, maybe? But why would anyone willingly go there? What's he up to?

Clearly she must prepare. Somehow. Her worst area seems to be martial combat, and the droid was exceptionally helpful. The skills she learned from it kept her alive against the desperate duo. And when she's tired she can practice with the Force, especially with her telekinesis. This seems like an efficient use of her time.

Off she goes, to fight the intermediate droid again.

Someone's cleaned up the the husks of the droids she's already defeated.

Whirr. Clank. Guard stance.

It still knows the same moves as the last time she fought it.

First, she runs through all of her defensive moves - she needed a refresher on a few, but picks them back up soon enough. Then she practices them until she's trimmed them down to something resembling efficient movement, and then decides she needs to know how to go on the offensive.

She starts trying to stab the droid.

Its parries are more elegant than the novice droid's. And if she's too reckless, she's going to be caught by the riposte.

Yeah, just like that. Now she's bleeding.

She wasn't exactly being reckless, but she was overreaching a bit in an attempt to actually properly stab it, and - well, she miscalculated.

She throws off the droid's aim again, stabs it, and then inspects her injury. ... It really isn't bad. Just a scratch, really.

Well, this is a good time for a break as any, and she sits to sip water, put pressure on the scrape, and see about practicing her telekinesis. She can definitely send things flying across the room, like Sen's sword, but can she do sustained floating?

What is she trying to float?

Her water canteen, now that she's done drinking.

Up it goes. It takes a piece of her concentration to keep it level in the air, but only a piece.

She has two water canteens, let's try floating several things at once!