Pradnakt squeezes her, very gently. It sounds like you did the right thing, to me. Well - I probably wouldn't still have been trying to help her, in your place. But aside from that, yeah.

Rhoda relaxes very slightly against Pradnakt (she still isn't sure what to make of the contact, but it isn't unpleasant).

She was still... There's a half dozen muddled thoughts there. Ma'am was her parent, for all Rhoda feared her. And Rhoda wasn't sure how she'd have survived without Ma'am (she hadn't had Daisy or Pradnakt to help her comminicate). And Ma'am had, when needed, stopped worse happening (even if that was a burden). She owes Ma'am, is what it comes down to.

You don't owe her. Even if she was helpful sometimes, the rest of how she was treating you was awful and she shouldn't have been doing it. And helping you survive problems she caused - not even solving them, just making sure they don't kill you - doesn't even count as being helpful. It's very typical, really of - someone using someone else, doing everything they can to keep that person from being able to just leave, keeping them just grateful enough that it's hard to even think about leaving. You deserve better than that. Gentle squeeze.

That just confuses Rhoda. But Pradnakt sounds as certain about that as she has about everything else. She stays leaning against Pradnakt, too tired, really, to try to work out her confusion over this right now.

It's okay. We can talk about it tomorrow.

She drops the meditation again and begins humming a lullaby.

That statement is slightly intimidating, but Rhoda will worry about that tomorrow. For now, she is safe, and comfortable. And what is being hummed is soothing.

Slowly, Rhoda starts to drift off to sleep.

Pradnakt keeps singing until she's well and truly asleep, then slides the mattress out from under the table and carefully picks her up to put her on it.

She jerks slightly awake when she is picked up, but apart from going somewhat tense, doesn't fight or flail. When she's set on the mattress she mumbles out a 'thank you' and curls in on herself. (There is, there, a frisson of fear about someone being near her and where she sleeps, but it's muted by sleepiness.)

She slides the mattress back under, sweeps up the remains of the plate - quietly, but not noiselessly - and goes back to bed. Daisy works in the kitchen for another few minutes before going out to take care of the animals and the garden.

She relaxes when she ends up back under the table, but doesn't immediately fall back asleep, listening to Pradnakt and Daisy's movements.

Once they've left though, she does.

She will be left alone until noon, or when she wakes up if it's before that.

She wakes up a little short of noon, much more used to sleeping in short bursts, but stays put curled up. She might want to be up and doing something, but she's going to try and not disturb her hosts.

Daisy comes out after a while, perhaps twenty minutes, and gets started on breakfast.

She slides out from under the table.

"Hello," she greets, slightly cautiously, not sure how Daisy will respond after last night.

"Good morning." Same as usual, apparently. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you," Rhoda agrees with a small smile. "Did you- uh. Have a good morning?" She winces slightly, not entirely sure what the correct question is here. (Do droids need sleep?)

"Yes, thank you. Do you want to try some bread this morning?"

She considers that for a moment. "That would be good," she agrees with a nod.

"All right." She continues cooking, and when she reaches a lull she takes out a loaf of bread and cuts a slice from it, and then cuts that into quarters.

Rhoda moves a little closer to Daisy as she's doing so, moving just within arm's reach now, not looking too tense. She starts to reach out to take one of the quarters, and then snatches her hand back, looking to Daisy to make sure that's what was intended.

"You can have one. Just one, though, you shouldn't eat much of that while you're having trouble eating very much."

She nods and takes one of the quarters, nibbling at the edge of it. "Thank you," she says. She doesn't, however, move back out of reach - although she will move if it's apparent Daisy needs her out of the way. She considers the bread she's nibbling at. "It's good," she says after a little while. Most of the food she's trying is better than the nutrient paste she got before.

"I'm glad you like it. You can put some butter on that, if you like." She gets it out, and a little pot of jam, too.

She puts a bit of butter on the bread and tries it that way. That's also good.

She's more wary of the jam, not entirely sure what it's made of, or how the flavour will be. She's also not entirely sure that asking is going to be particularly useful given how little reference she has for the foods they're feeding her. She asks about the jam anyway.

"It's sweet - I don't think you've had anything sweet yet, actually. You'll probably like it, but start with just a little bit."