"Mmhmm. We can walk, from here?"

She smiles and nods, eager to see the next thing. She does wait for one of them to lead the way - she's not certain of her guess at the right direction.

Pradnakt goes to get her cloak and then leads the way; Rhoda's guess was right.

The trail continues on in the same theme from last night, various confluences of stone and metal and other materials; none of the rest seem to invite interaction, though Pradnakt is apparently in an active sort of mood today and scales a few of the low ones regardless.

Rhoda follows, giving each sculpture the same consideration - some she obviously appreciates more than others. She doesn't join Pradnakt in anymore climbing, but watches her curiously. At one point she moves (carefully, and well aware of what she's doing), close enough to brush shoulders with Daisy for a second before flitting back to arm's length. (She seems pleased with herself for managing that.)

Daisy seems pleased, too, after a moment of being startled.

Eventually, they come to the end of the trail; they've seen a couple more installations than last night, but done a bit less walking than they had when they turned back. "You can wait here and we can bring the speeder for you, if you want," translates Daisy, "or walk back with us."

Rhoda thinks about that. "Can I wait here? If you don't mind?" She feels a bit tired - climbing the first structure did take something out of her. And also having some time properly alone appeals.

"Sure." Dusk passes over her cloak. "Do you need anything else before we go?"

"No, thank you," she says, accepting the cloak, and repeating the 'thank you'. She's pretty sure she's fine at least, she's just going to perch on a rock and think about the sculptures for a while. (And also enjoy not having to watch out for anyone, not that she has to watch out for Pradnakt and Daisy, it's more habit than anything else.)

"Okay. We'll be back soon." And off they go.

She wraps Pradnakt's cloak around herself and settles onto a rock. She watches them leave, and then keeps watching after them, curled in on herself.

She thinks about choices, which... Are difficult, but she thinks she's been getting...a little better at making the small ones. She thinks.

And even if she's confused by it, she's enjoying feeling safe. Even if she's second guessing motives, because there's a large part of her that is still screaming that this isn't right, that's telling her something is going to break, there's a part of her, growing every time Pradnakt or Daisy reassures her, that likes the idea of not having to watch and second guess every move of her own.

Some of the tension seeps out of her shoulders the longer she sits here, it's comfortable, quiet in a way she's still not used to.

Unable to really reach any firm thoughts on feeling safe, or on choices, she turns her attention back to the sculptures, thinking about them, and quietly cataloguing them, ranked by how much she liked them. (She seems to like the ones that have contrasting textures or colours best, perhaps from having spent so long in bleak, monotonous surroundings.) She smiles slightly as she thinks about it.

And eventually they return, after a good forty minutes or so.

"There are two more sculptures, between where we stopped yesterday and where we started today," Daisy tells her when she's settled on the speeder again, "but Pradnakt wants to go finish with the motor so I can bring it with me in the morning. We can come back and see them another day."

She nods, eagerly. "Please." And then finishes processing the words. "Oh. Sorry, I- I hadn't realised?" The apology is reflexive, with a glimmer of worry that her asking them to bring the speeder was a problem - although they'd said it was fine...

"Hm?"

"That the motor...needed time?" she says. "And- You said it was okay? But if I hadn't-" she stops herself, shakes her head, tries to think about this. "You said it was okay?" it's still tentative. "And you...wouldn't have agreed if it was a problem?"

"Mmhmm. We said you could come out today, and that's more important than the motor."

She is a little confused about why that's more important, but nods, because she is...content that they think it is? Because it means she got to see more of the sculptures. Which...

She looks to Pradnakt. "They're wonderful," she says. "The sculptures."

Rhoda smiles slightly, and settles a little more. Because they should get back, make sure Pradnakt had enough time to make sure the motor was ready before Daisy had to leave.

And off they go, home. Pradnakt settles in with the motor, as promised; Daisy takes the opportunity to go through the kitchen cabinets and take notes on what they have on hand.

Rhoda moves over to sit at the table, resting her arms on the table, and her chin on her arms to watch Pradnakt work.

Cute kid.

After a bit, Daisy interrupts to sign to Pradnakt; she seems to approve of whatever it is Daisy has told her. The droid goes back to messing about in the cabinets, now rearranging the cookware.

Rhoda turns slightly when Daisy starts rearranging the cookware. "Do you- Would you like any help?"

"No, thank you - I'm thinking, more than working; we're going to replace some of these and I'm figuring out which ones."

She nods, and goes back to watching Pradnakt work. She is, however, keeping half an eye on Daisy to see if at any point help becomes a thing she might want.