"Oh," she says. "I-" Daisy had told her to come in. "I- Hadn't noticed?" she says, seeming slightly sheepish. "It...I just thought it was...part of my headache? I...hadn't realised it was distinct."

Emphatic signing, and then Pradnakt meditates while Daisy talks. "That's not good, and we might need to take you to see a doctor. Pradnakt is checking to see if she can figure out why you have that headache."

"Oh, it's...I think it's precog related?" she says. "It...can get worse after visions? Or it used to. I...think it's less painful now than it was?"

"That's good, that it's getting better."

And Pradnakt comes out of her trance with an unsettled hiss and a burst of rapid-fire signing.

"Oh dear," the droid says, when the Sith finishes signing and stands to pace along the space behind the bench. "The way you're using the Force, you're using too much at once, and that hurts you more than just the headache." More signing - "if you practice enough you won't have that problem any more."

She flinches slightly at Pradnakt's movements, curls in on herself further, and tries to make sense of what Daisy is saying. "I- It...hasn't been voluntary?" she says, because the visions aren't, really. "I- Practice...I..." She isn't sure what they expect there. But. "I...might-" she closes her eyes and makes herself ask the question. "I might need some help with that?"

"Of course, and we can do that. Once she calms down." The droid sighs. "Wait here." And she herds Pradnakt deftly into the back room.

So she waits, biting at her lip, and obviously on edge.

Daisy is not back especially promptly.

She gets up and washes her glass, hoping that the 'Wait here' wasn't meant to be interpreted exactly. (Sometimes it was, sometimes it was just a 'don't follow'.)

The droid returns a few minutes after she's done with that. "Sorry about that. Are you okay?"

She thinks about that for a moment. "Yes?" she says, frowns slightly, and then repeats that sounding a little bit surer. "Is Pradnakt okay? She seemed...angry?" There's a little fear in her words there, but she seems more concerned about whether or not Pradnakt is okay than whether she's angry.

"She'll be okay. She was more upset than angry, and not upset at you."

"I...it's good that she'll be okay," she says, looking down at her hands, fingers twisting together again. It's good that she's not upset at her either. "I- Should I-" she sort of gestures, tries to figure out the words. "I should stay quiet for now?" Which is not exactly what she wants to ask, but it's the best she has words for.

She nods. "Is there anything you want to talk about, or ask me?"

"Um...what is- What is Pradnakt's routine normally like?" she figures it'll be good to know, she can adapt to that, be as little trouble as possible.

Daisy pauses thoughtfully before explaining. "She usually sleeps in the morning, and works," she gestures at the table while she speaks, "in the afternoon and evening, and spends the night outside."

"...would it be... She said she needed to be awake when I was. Would it be better if I slept in the morning?"

"If you can, it would help," she says kindly. "But it's more important that you both get enough sleep, morning or night doesn't matter very much."

She sort of shrugs. "I...sleep when it's convenient," she says. "And...if it's better for her to sleep then, it's fine?" She's still getting used to there being an actually day cycle rather than just constant, rarely dimmed lighting, so she's fairly certain she can adapt to sleeping at the time best for Pradnakt.

"All right. Good, that will help."

That gets a tiny smile that looks awkward - like it isn't an expression her face is used to doing. (She likes being helpful, it's good.) "I- Don't think there's...anything else?" she isn't sure. "I-" She looks down, the smile disappearing into a frown as she works herself up to asking: "If I think of something later can I ask?"

"Of course." She sounds pleased.

The smile grows a little bit. (She's managed to do something that matches with how Daisy wants her to act.) She retrieves the pad (can she think of it as hers?), and retreats to the corner. She sketches for a little while, but, if she's not overly disturbed, will doze fitfully against the wall, because today has been...emotional.