Her drawing skills are a little better than her speaking ones, and it's certainly faster than listening to her struggling to define a word without using it.

Daisy is patient regardless.

Eventually, Pradnakt comes in, and nods approvingly at the two of them as she heads into the back room.

She tracks Pradnakt as she moves through the room, but that seems to be more of a habit than any true concern.

She'll keep working with Daisy then, unless Daisy herself seems to think they should stop.

Daisy continues; after twenty minutes or so Pradnakt comes back in in a different outfit - baggier heather grey with embroidery at the cuffs and on the shoulders - with damp hair and smelling faintly of soap, to join them.

She stops when Pradnakt rejoins them, and will shuffle to put a little more distance between them. She seems to be waiting for permission to continue.

...she signs to Daisy, who translates: "She won't hurt you."

She can't believe that yet. But she nods anyway. Agreement seems like a better plan.

After a moment, she manages to persuade herself to say: "Used to needing permission. Seemed better to wait."

Pradnakt and Daisy have a short signed conversation, at this, ending with Daisy reaching over to hold her hand for a moment, and Pradnakt nodding and leaving for the back room again.

Daisy then turns her attention back to the girl. "The word for someone who belongs to someone else and needs their permission for everything is 'slave'. Pradnakt doesn't keep slaves; that's very important to her."

"Oh..." she looks down, the word isn't familiar, but...it isn't an inaccurate description. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset her." She just doesn't know how else to be, she's never had to be anything else, not really.

"It's okay. We know that it's hard - droids are slaves, too, because people think we aren't people and need to be slaves, and it was hard for me to learn to be something else. But she needs to know that when you do things like that it's because it's hard to do something else, not because you think you need to."

"I'll...try?" she says, not sounding entirely sure, but also sincere. She isn't sure she doesn't think she needs to, but... if it upsets Pradnakt she can try not to think she needs to.

"Okay."

"While you're here she will keep you safe, unless you try to hurt one of us. If someone tries to take you she won't let them."

"I- I wouldn't!" that's important to get across. Because it's not worth fighting back, not unless she's going to die. She looks sideways. "I- Not worth it. I- I'm not worth the risk."

"...she's a Sith. ...I don't know how to explain. But she won't let anyone take you."

"O-okay," she says quietly, somewhat confused by that. She stares at nothing in particular, not entirely sure what to do now. It doesn't seem likely that they're going back to language learning after that conversation.

She stifles a yawn.

The droid gestures under the table, where a thin mattress is neatly centered on the floor.

She pauses, and then slides under the table, curling up on the mattress and closing her eyes.

It will take her a while to fall asleep though, especially if Daisy and Pradnakt are moving around audibly, although the quiet is also something of a barrier that she's not used to. She's used to engine noise when she's trying to sleep.

Daisy leaves, quietly, and there's no sound from the back room. She'll be left alone until she wakes up.

It's just a few hours later that she wakes, freezing, and holding a breath for a moment while she assesses her surroundings and remembers what happened the day before.

Once she's done those things, she slides out from under the table, and looks around the room, half looking for the house's inhabitants.

Pradnakt comes out after a minute and looks questioningly at her.

She ducks her head immediately, hunching her shoulders. Then she remembers what Daisy said the night before, and makes an effort to look up. She still doesn't manage to get much past Pradnakt's shoulders.

"Hello, ma'am," she greets.

"Hello," she echoes. "...okay?"

"Yes," she says with a nod. "I- I'm sorry I upset you."