She gives that tiny fledgling smile again and slips put the door and up into the tree to enjoy the sunset, and the cooler evening air.

Pradnakt joins her shortly; she seems calm, if reserved, and ignores her more or less entirely.

She shrinks a little in her perch, and does her best not to draw attention to herself. She considers going back inside to give Pradnakt more space, but on the whole decides moving would probably disturb the woman more.

Pradnakt continues to appear not to notice her.

Then she'll stay put for now, and watch the sunset. She doesn't get much that is pretty and good.

Yeah. Well, that's fixable. The poetry went over well - unintentional as that may have been to start - so let's try some more of that.

She leans against the tree trunk, feeling...strangely content. Her worries are... not gone, but...distant as she listens.

Pradnakt knows quite a lot of poetry, it seems.

She certainly isn't going to complain. It seems to match with watching the spectacle of the sun setting. Her lips quirk into that unfamiliar smile again.

Good.

The sun sets, and Pradnakt stops reciting and settles in to meditate.

She stays still and quiet and watches the sky and any apparent stars. The air is fresh out here, which she hadn't really noticed before. Not like the stale, almost metallic recycled air on ships. She takes slow, deep breaths.

There are plenty of stars, and plenty of fresh air. The garden has a smell to it, at night when it's just been watered, all green and growing.

It is wonderful. And slightly sad (which feels much more familiar). Because sooner or later, she will have to leave.

Yeah. But there are other pretty places; she'll be all right.

Pradnakt sighs gently and gets back to her meditation.

There's still part of her that's expecting Ma'am to retrieve her. But...maybe.

She tries to not be too obtrusive in her appreciation of her surroundings, she doesn't want to disturb Pradnakt, she's still pretty sure leaving the tree would be more of a disturbance.

And Pradnakt meditates, for the same around-forty-minutes as yesterday, and then checks in on her guest.

Who seems quite content leaning against the tree trunk, staring up at the stars with a slightly wide-eyed wonder.

Well, she doesn't have to go practice her lightsaber forms immediately, she can do some star-watching first.

Her guest looks over at her when she realises she's no longer meditating. "Um, did you want to..." she gestures vaguely. Pradnakt hasn't seemed to have a problem understanding her before.

Soon. Yeah, she's definitely getting faster with the telepathy. You can go, if you want.

She doesn't want to go. But...

But it would probably be better to go inside and let Pradnakt get on with her routine. She starts to slide out of the tree.

I'm not - fragile, that you need to worry about disturbing me. You can go, if you want to, but if I need you to I'll say that.

"Oh," she says. "I- Sorry if I offended you." She pauses, and eventually decides. "I want to stay. For a little while at least." She doesn't add 'if that's alright', but she wants to, instinct tells her she has to, but she thinks that it might be...not something Pradnakt wants her to say.

Sure.

She watches the sky some more, but after perhaps ten more minutes, slides out of the tree.

"I'll go inside now," she murmurs, and does so.