It doesn't, and it doesn't take very long for her to be done. "You can help me get the speeder ready, if you'd like."

She smiles, nods and gets to her feet, waiting for an indication of what needs doing.

Daisy leads the way out to the garage, walks her through bringing the second wagon out and hooking it up behind the first, and then shows her which of the shelves have things that need to be loaded up. "Don't worry about the heavy things, Pradnakt will take care of those. You start on that end and I'll start on this one, okay?"

She seems happy to have something to do, and sets to work, very seriously and carefully. On one or two occasions she tries to lift things that are too heavy for her, stops herself, and visibly walks herself through the idea that it's okay to leave it for Pradnakt to deal with.

Daisy keeps an eye on her, and pauses to unobtrusively watch the first time she comes to something heavy, relaxing when she proves she can handle the situation properly.

Pradnakt joins them after a while, levitating things three-at-a-time into the wagons, and then everything gets tied down and double-secured with nets. "Thank you for your help," Daisy translates when they're done.

She smiles shyly, and a little confusedly. She's still not used to having people thank her. "You're welcome," she says. "Thank you for letting me help."

Grin. "You're welcome." She checks the sky, which is beginning to lighten noticeably in the east. "I need to take care of the garden and the animals and then I'll go."

"I can help with that?" she asks, almost eagerly.

"Sure."

Here's how to water the garden, and she already knows where the latch is on the chicken coop. "Next I need to milk Jasmine - you can watch, but be careful, she might kick you if you get too close."

She nods as she follows, and makes sure that she's well out of kicking range. She's pretty good at staying out of the way while still being able to see what's being done.

And here is how one milks a goat. "This is a little harder than it looks, but I can teach you sometime if you want to learn it."

"That would be good," she says, smiling, and bouncing, just once, on the balls of her feet in excitement at the prospect. (She likes learning, she thinks, and she likes being helpful.)

"All right," she grins. "The first step will be to let her get used to you, we can start working on that when I get back."

She nods at that, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, almost absently, as she yawns.

"You can go to bed if you want, there's not much more to see here."

"If you don't mind?" she is already heading towards the door, surprisingly willing to take Daisy at her word on that. If Daisy doesn't have anything else to say, she'll continue on her way back into the main house.

Pradnakt is sitting at the table, as usual. "Hey," she greets Rhoda, and then slips into meditation. I realized while you were out back that we skipped dinner, do you want something before bed?

Rhoda tilts her head, thinking. I- I don't think I'm hungry? she says. At least not enough to bother feeding.

It's no bother. But if you'd rather just go to bed, that will probably be okay, we just shouldn't make a habit of it.

Rhoda hesitates. I think I'd prefer to just go to bed, she offers quietly. (She's not entirely sure whether that's because she doesn't exactly believe it isn't a bother, or just because she is actually quite tired, but she is fairly certain it is what she's prefer.)

All right. See you at breakfast time, then. And she goes out to see Daisy off.

By the time Rhoda realises that that is why Pradnakt has gone outside (and also that it would've probably been polite to go out as well), she's already curled up under the table and most of the way asleep. The realisation jolts her awake, but she really doubts there's any time to fix things now. (She'll apologise when Daisy gets back.) So, with her heart still beating a little too fast, she'll manage to settle back into a not entirely peaceful sleep.

Fifteen minutes later, there's a wordless wave of soothing peaceful contentment, not intended to wake her up, but perhaps not calibrated entirely correctly to avoid it.

It does in fact wake her up, and for a moment, it doesn't seem to do any good - too many memories of thoughts and feelings that weren't her own being shoved into her head, none of them pleasant - and it takes that moment for her to realise that this isn't unpleasant. And a moment more for the confusion to become less important than the need for sleep, and her to almost-relax into the sensation. And then she lets it soothe her back into sleep.

Sigh.

Well, bedtime.