She suspects that Pradnakt is not quite as engrossed as she appears, but it works in her favour here. She gets her milk and moves to sit back down, a little bit closer again, still not actually at the table.

She keeps watching, but starts sketching out individual components as best she can.

It seems to be some sort of radio; a complex one, and many of the parts are unfamiliar, but enough of the basics are recognizable to infer that at least.

...she probably is paying attention, from how she keeps waiting until the girl is done sketching things before removing them from view.

She frowns at that, but if Pradnakt is seemingly happy to do that, she'll let her. (It might help things get back onto a more understandable keel sooner rather than later.)

It will eventually become apparent that she needs to get up and move, but is trying very hard to stay sat.

Pradnakt pauses to stretch and get a snack of sunflower seeds; while she's up she pours a few into a little bowl and levitates it to the far side of the table from where she's been working, with a 'go ahead' gesture.

She stands up, stretching as she does so, and moves to take the bowl. She pokes at the seeds cautiously, before trying one. She is...not sure what to make of it. So she tries another one. She's not sure she likes them. But they're food. (And she's still getting used to having an opinion on that.)

She stays on her feet for a while, looking at the bins and their contents - but not touching - as she stretches out her limbs. She eventually goes back to being sat against the wall, sketching again.

And after a few more hours, Daisy comes out to make lunch: a hard boiled egg and a couple of baked tiny potatoes on one hand, and lentil meatballs in tomato sauce in a fresh-baked bread bowl on the other, with half a meatball and a little dab of sauce added for the girl to try after Pradnakt prompts Daisy to do so. "These are... very," the droid warns when she sets it out for her.

"Thank you," she murmurs as she gets her plate. She actually manages to eat all of the egg and potatoes, and is pleased about that. She leaves the meatball and sauce for last, poking at it somewhat cautiously.

She takes a bite, and has to force herself to swallow it - the flavours are far too full, and the sauce tart enough that she gags slightly, although she tries to hide that. She stares at it, wondering whether she should still try to eat it. Although she's fairly sure that throwing up would probably be a worse idea. Although there's no vision, and that's worrying, she's never gone this long without one. She's starting to worry that she won't see if Pradnakt is going to do something (although she had that vision back when they first met). She goes to take another bit of the meatball.

She regrets the bite the second after she's taken it. She knows she's going to throw up, and even as she starts to gag, throws herself to her feet and lunges for the sink in the kitchen, making it just before she actually starts heaving. (At least it'll be easier to clean up.)

Daisy waits for her to be done and move away, and starts cleaning up.

And Pradnakt sends I'd rather you be more careful of yourself than that; it really is okay to let things go uneaten.

She scurries back to the corner by the door, knowing she's messed up here. "Sorry, ma'am," she mumbles, and finds she can't stop saying that, even around the taste in her mouth. She curls up again, defensive, sure that something is going to happen, even if she hasn't Seen it.

Daisy brings over a glass of water, reaching briefly into the girl's personal space to set it within reach before backing off to the table; meanwhile Pradnakt retreats to the back room.

She flinches away and goes silent, and then stays very still until Daisy is back at the table. She doesn't reach for the glass until Pradnakt's left the room, and even then it's a jerky, hesitant movement.

She takes a few sips, wincing at the horrid sickly sweet taste in the back of her throat, but at least her mouth tastes a little better.

"I'm sorry," she says. "I messed up again didn't I?"

"A little bit," she says, kindly, "but - maybe not the way you're thinking."

"I don't understand," she says, sounding small and lost.

"I'm guessing, but I think you're thinking you messed up because you upset Pradnakt?"

"...Yes?" How else could it have been?

"We want you to be okay - not to be scared or hurt or sick or upset or hungry or anything like that. Some of those are habits, and it's going to take a while for you to stop, and that's okay, but we still want you to stop. And one of those things is - thinking that you aren't allowed to have things, or feeling left out; we don't want those. And the way for us to help with that is to make sure you have things, and that you get to do what we're doing - but you don't have to do it, you just need to have the choice, you shouldn't do it if you don't want to or if it will hurt you."

"Oh," she says. "I-" She stops, trying to figure out the words for this. "I- This is-" She stops again. "I'll try harder to remember that," she manages eventually. "It's...new."

The droid nods. "Yeah. It's okay if it takes time for you to get used to it, or to remember all the time. Pradnakt will be upset about that, but it's because you're hurting and she doesn't want that, not because it's not okay for you to need time. Understand?"