Daisy doesn't disturb her. Pradnakt doesn't reappear, but after a few hours can be heard, quietly, reciting poetry in the other room.

She becomes a bit more alert when she hears Pradnakt's voice. She can't understand the words, but the cadence, tone and rhythm are... something. Calming? Maybe. It is, she thinks, a positive thing, she just doesn't have the words.

She sits forward slightly, straining to hear better without moving.

After a minute, Daisy goes to the door and signs something to Pradnakt. When she sits back down, she leaves the door ajar, making it easier to hear the poetry, which resumes.

She seems content listening to Pradnakt reciting for now, leaning against the wall, eyes closed, but also quite obviously alert.

The poetry continues. Eventually Daisy starts making dinner.

She moves over to offer Daisy help, observe so that she can help at a later point, but still keeps a lot of her attention on the poetry.

She's set several potatoes to boil and is chopping vegetables; when the girl gets too close she shoos her back with a gesture to the onion on the cutting board. "This hurts."

She skitters away with a slight flinch, but stays close enough to keep watching. "I-" She pauses, and frowns. "It...does it hurt you? I can do it if it does? I don't mind?" She has a feeling that she might have said something not right there.

"No, it doesn't hurt me, it's okay."

"...If you're sure," she agrees, and returns to observing.

Chop chop chop mash mash blend blend - she ladles out a little bowl of plain potato soup and drops a few shreds of cheese on top, then adds the vegetable mixture to Pradnakt's portion and sets it back to cooking while she scrambles an egg.

It smells good. She creeps a little closer again.

The egg only takes a minute, and then she sets that and the soup and a glass of milk on the end of the counter for the girl to come get.

She collects the food, and goes back to the corner - it's less of a retreat this time - and tucks in to what's in front of her. She's eating a little slower than she has before, like she isn't worried that someone's going to take it away.

Oh good.

She brings the rest of the soup into the back room on a tray; the poetry stops, and she returns. "Good?"

Daisy probably doesn't want her to just say 'yes'. So she thinks about it. "I think so?" she says eventually. "I don't dislike it?"

More pleased body language. "Are there things about it you like? Or ways you think it could be be better?"

She isn't sure how to answer that for a second, before: "It actually tastes of something?" she says quietly. "Not just..." She can't describe what the nutrient paste tasted like, because it didn't. "I...don't think I can make it better. Sorry."

"That's fine. If you do want me to do something different with it please tell me, though."

She looks down. "...I'll try?" she says, although she's not sure what kind of help she would be. She goes back to eating, but doesn't make in the entire way through this meal. But she gets up to do her dishes.

Daisy lets her.

The poetry starts back up.

And she'll go back to appreciating that, and when she's finished with dishes, she'll settle down, a little bit closer to the door into Pradnakt's room to listen.

They can do that for a while, then.

"Sunset will be starting soon, it should be cool enough for you to go out if you want."

She starts to perk up and then visibly reigns herself in. "If that's okay?" she has to check.

She gestures doorward. "Go ahead."