Rhoda doesn't jump - apparently both aware of Daisy, and not startled by her speaking. And that helps solve her problem. "Please?" she requests. "If you don't mind?"

"All right." And she goes in to do that, nice and warm like last time, and sets Rhoda's now-clean shirt on the sink for her to change into when she's done.

"Thank you," Rhoda murmurs, and will wait for Daisy to leave before stripping off to shower. She finishes washing with her usual quick efficiency, and lingers again (by her own standards, although for a little longer than the first time, the water is very pleasant).

Then she'll dry off, dress, and head back out to the main room, carrying the clothes she had been given to wear while her own were cleaned.

Daisy is back at the table writing, and looks up when she comes in. "You can just leave that there," she gestures to the table near Rhoda, where there's a clearish spot, "and I'll take care of it. And - I'm going to be getting some clothes for you while I'm in town, is there anything you'd like me to look for, or avoid? It's no trouble, and they all cost about the same amount."

She puts the bundle down, and pauses thinking about the question. "I...wouldn't know?" she admits quietly. "I..." she plucks at her current clothes. "Was given. Didn't get...choices." Which they already knew.

"Okay. Well, most of the clothes I'll be able to get will be for this weather, so they'll be thin cotton, like that -" she points to one of the draped bits of fabric. "I can find most colors, but light ones are easier to find than dark ones because that helps with the heat; if you want something darker we can dye it. Some of them have patterns - " she describes the common ones, stripes and florals and plaids and so on. "Some of them have larger pictures, too - animals and plants are the most common, especially in your size. And if you want something they don't have, I can just get something plain and Pradnakt can embroider it for you - that's how she did the colorful bits on her outfits - or show you how and you can do it for yourself. And I'll need to know whether you want skirts or pants or both, and short or long or both."

She frowns slightly, still not really able to figure out whether she had any preferences, apart from preferring dark clothes - but that was because dark clothes had made it easier to blend in to her surroundings before. "I...really don't have preferences? I...plain would be better?" She thinks, she is pretty certain. She pauses, does the thing where she's obviously screwing up the courage. "I would prefer dark, if it's not a bother, but...can live without."

"All right. I'll see what they have."

"Thank you- oh." She pauses, realising that she hadn't answered one of the questions. "Um. I would prefer pants. But again, not...not a problem if it's not an option. Sorry, I forgot- Sorry."

"It's fine. If you think of anything else you can tell me anytime before I leave."

She nods, but doesn't promise that she will. (Partially because she isn't sure she'll think of anything else, and partially because she's really not used to telling people her preferences.) She perches back on the bench beside the table, and curls her knees up to her chest - watching Daisy to make sure she's not going to get in trouble for putting her feet on the seat.

She goes back to her writing, and eventually goes to check on Pradnakt. "It looks like she's going to be a while," she reports.

That is slightly disappointing - and Rhoda can't actually tell if Pradnakt is taking longer than usual, but if she is, that's worrying. She adjusts her position, and rests her arms on the table, and her head on her arms, strangely comfortable here. She's likely to doze off until something disturbs her.

Daisy stays quiet until Pradnakt comes in, then starts gathering the things for their outing.

Rhoda jerks awake when Pradnakt comes in, but settles fairly quickly. "Do you...need any help?" she offers.

"No," and indeed she's done almost immediately, and passes the light and the night's snack,  a hard boiled egg, to Rhoda.

Next, outside, where Pradnakt has gotten the speeder back out and attached a wagonlike trailer to the back. After some signing, Daisy explains: "It'll be safer for you to sit there," on the speeder, "with Dusk, or with me but I'm a little uncomfortable to sit with like that. Or you can sit there," in the trailer, "if you want, but you'll have to be careful not to fall out."

Rhoda considers that. Because she'd normally trust that she'd be able to tell if she might be about to fall out, but right now, she isn't sure. And she doesn't like having people that close to her. (But Pradnakt - Dusk? - and Daisy haven't hurt her.) She hugs herself.

"I-" stops herself saying 'whatever's easiest'. "I'll- sit on the speeder?" It's hesitant, but a definite decision. She doesn't express a preference on whether it's with Pradnakt or Daisy - although she thinks, on the whole, that she would prefer it to be Daisy of the two of them.

"All right," says Pradnakt, and heads for the wagon. (It's pretty high off the ground, and there's a stepstool inside to assist with getting in, but she just vaults it.)

Rhoda watches out of the corner of her eye, and smiles ever so slightly, for no reason she can actually discern - perhaps just that she's never seen anyone not use the easy way to access something before. Then she climbs onto the speeder, and takes a deep breath, clearly steadying herself for being this close to someone.

Daisy doesn't move as smoothly as Pradnakt, but she does avoid making any sudden movements and makes a point of approaching from where Rhoda can see her; going behind her to settle onto the speeder is pretty unavoidable, though. Her flowers aren't as sharp as they look, but still unpleasant to be pressed against.

The speeder humms to life and floats into the air with its headlight illuminating the path ahead of them, and they head off down the same trail as yesterday.

She is grateful that Daisy does that, and while she doesn't exactly relax, she does seem slightly less tense. There's a tiny flinch when Daisy settles behind her, but that seems to be related to the proximity - if the flowers are causing her any discomfort, it isn't registering yet.

She watches the trail again, looking out for anything she missed previously - landmarks aside from the sculptures themselves.

Apart from the artwork, the terrain is pretty repetitive, though the speeder's headlight reveals a few scraggly trees and piles of rubble that were hidden in the dark yesterday.

The speeder slows as they approach the first sculpture. "Do you want to stop and see these again?" asks Daisy.

She kind of does. They were pretty. But... She wants to see the ones she hasn't seen more?

"No. Thank you." Pause. "I can come back at some other point...right?"

"Of course." And on they go.

Between the third and fourth pieces, Daisy takes a sharper left than the gentle curve the main trail follows. "This way is faster," she explains.

She isn't sure why she's being told that, but she nods, realises it might not be possible to see that, and keeps watching their route.