That feels very strange. But also...nice. It's confusing having them care so much (she's worried they'll figure out she isn't worth it), but for now she's going to enjoy the cuddles.

Thank you. (And there's a definite sense that that is for both showing her that physical contact doesn't have to hurt, and for being patient when she doesn't get something, or gets it wrong.)

You deserve it.

The idea of deserving anything this good still doesn't fit quite right, but she tries to ignore that and just bask in the content feeling.

Although she will, after a little, realise that she has spent a lot of time cuddled into Pradnakt, and be a little worried that she is stopping the woman doing something. (Not that she thinks Pradnakt wouldn't say something if that was the case, and not worried enough that she immediately moves away.)

She's really not. Pradnakt is taking her time with her food, but that seems to be because she wants to; she's making liberal enough use of telekinesis that she doesn't seem to miss the arm she has draped over Rhoda's shoulders at all.

Did you want to have a look at one of the name books tonight? she asks, as she's nearing the end of her meal.

That's good then. (Telekinesis is really useful.)

Rhoda hums something approximately affirmative. (She likes the name she has now, but she said she'd look at other ideas.) Okay, she agrees.

Daisy comes over too when she sees Dusk getting the books out, and they go through them. One is a thick encyclopedia of names from a variety of species and cultures; the other is much smaller, a simple list of locally common names with their meanings, alphabetized and divided by gender, and they start with that one; to give you an idea of what kinds of things people use for names, Pradnakt explains, you don't have to pick these exact ones.

Rhoda nods, and will spend time considering this, and any name that seems appealing. But none of them feel right, none of them feel like her. And she isn't sure what to do with that. (She could just pick one, but...that feels, off.) She admits this to Pradnakt and Daisy, a little worried they'll be upset she can't seem to find something.

It's all right. Pradnakt gives her a reassuring squeeze. It's not really surprising that you got used to Rhoda. You can keep it if that makes you happy.

Rhoda smiles, It does, she says, a little bit shyly. It...feels like me?

Mmhmm. Hug. It does suit you.

She smiles and snuggles into Pradnakt's side a bit more. After a moment, she asks, a little hesitantly. Could. You said we could make a little time for reading after dinner? Could we. Do that now?

Sure, we have a couple hours before bedtime. Do you want me to read to you, or Daisy?

That's a hard question to answer, because she likes listening to both of them. But...she's been taking up a lot of Pradnakt's time over the past couple of days (and doesn't want to become a nuisance), and Daisy has been away (although maybe Daisy wants time to...rest? Did droids need to rest?)

Daisy? she requests. If she doesn't mind?

She won't mind. I'm sure she missed you, too. Sign sign sign.

"Of course we can read. How about the quail books first?"

Rhoda smiles and nods eagerly. "Please?" she agrees.

Nod. "On Dusk's bed?"

Nod. Go ahead.

She nods, takes a moment to persuade herself to stop being snuggled into Pradnakt's side, and makes her way towards the door. It takes her another moment to remind herself that Pradnakt had literally just given permission for this, before she steps through the door. She doesn't immediately sit down on the bed, waiting on Daisy. (And takes the time she's stood to stretch out her limbs some.)

Daisy follows with the books; she sits crosslegged on the bed, back by the pile of pillows, and pulls down the blanket for Rhoda to snuggle under.

Rhoda is a little hesitant, but she moves over and slides under the blanket, moving close enough that she could lean against Daisy.

"I'm glad you're feeling more comfortable with us," she grins.

"You make it easy," she says, slightly and leaning a little against Daisy. (Easy is not quite the right word, easier would be closer, but it's a good enough sentiment for her.)

"Good." She hugs her shoulders, and then takes her arm back to open the book. "I got two books on purpose, so you can see how they agree and disagree. You can disagree, too, if you think there's a way that will work better for you. Understand?"

She nods. "I think so," she agrees, actually sounding more certain than the words might suggest.