"Okay."

She sits and meditates. The connection comes noticeably faster this time, and the primary emotion is tiredness; it seems like the her getting up might have woken the woman. It's okay. I know that's going to take a while. Daisy thought I should explain Sith to you?

She holds back an apology for waking Pradnakt - she isn't sure if that comes under the things that she should try not to do, but she gets the impression that it might.

If it's not too much trouble? she responds.

No trouble.

So, very few people can do the things you've seen me do - the speed, the levitation, the lightsaber. I can do those because of my connection to the Force, which most people don't have. And around here, people with that connection become Sith, because it's other Sith who will notice them and train them. Understand so far?

What is the...Force? But other than that, yes.

The Force is - she sends an impression of a vast energy, and a sense of companionable mastery of it, like a powerful engine at the hands of an engineer.

Anyway, Sith. The important thing to know about Sith is that there's really only one rule for us: we can do whatever we're strong enough to get away with. If two Sith disagree over whether one of them gets to do something, they fight, and the winner gets what they want. And if a Sith seems weak, well - that's going to be tested, that's for sure.

She sighs. Most Sith aren't nice people, at all, I'm sure you can imagine. But personally I find that what I really want is a nice quiet life where the people around me are okay and I can just tinker and make art and not have to deal with that. I don't want slaves, I don't want an army, I want this, and I was strong enough to get it and smart enough to keep it, so here we are.

But if someone tries to take you - if I'm strong enough I can keep you, and if I'm not I have bigger problems, because if they're stronger, they can take whatever they want, and I don't think they'll stop there. So keeping them from taking you isn't some extra thing, it's part of making sure we're all safe. And I think I can keep us all safe; I don't know much about the person who might come for you, yet, but I haven't been very impressed so far. Okay?

The impression is...frankly terrifying - the size of it. That Pradnakt feels that comfortable of her mastery is reassuring.

She listens carefully, filing the information away. Okay, she confirms at the end, and then pauses, biting at her lip. She nods, and folds her hands into fists, nails digging into her palms. I see things, she is nervous, edgy about revealing this. Fights. Combat. I...you probably don't need it. But...I can tell you if I see something?

She sends calm reassurance. I can do that, too, but if it's the only thing you can do you're probably much better at it than I am, so, yes, that would help. - I can tell that you have a connection to the Force; it's strange, and you definitely don't look like a Sith, but I can see that it's there and how strong it is, and if you didn't have one you wouldn't be able to hear me like this. So it's not a surprise; I'm not going to do anything different now that I know a little more about what it is.

Her head comes up sharply, and for a brief moment she's looking at Pradnakt's face before her gaze skitters away again. She does, however, relax slightly - and there's a tiny pleased glow at the implied compliment. The idea of being attached to the Force is intimidating, but she can't exactly change that.

Yes, ma'am, she nods. Thank you for explaining, ma'am.

She smiles, pleased: You're welcome.

I'm still trying to figure out what options you have in the long run, but if you'd like me to train you, that might be possible.

She isn't sure what to respond to that. Isn't sure she wants to be able to do more than what she can. Eventually she settles on: Whatever you think best, ma'am. . Followed hurriedly by: You know better, ma'am. Have more experience. Which is true, even if the first response was reflexive more than anything else. She doesn't want to upset Pradnakt.

She stays calm. We can talk more about it when it matters; there's no rush.

Yes, ma'am.

She waits a moment. Was there anything you wanted me to do- Anything I could do? Both sincere questions, but the latter an instinctual phrasing, the former hard to phrase even in the (not-complete) privacy of her mind.

Vaguely amused: Go back to sleep? For now if you're awake I need to be, too.

Yes, ma'am.

Easier said than done, but she'll creep back under the table and try to sleep again until Pradnakt is actually ready to get up.

She goes back to bed and dozes; it's better than nothing. After a few more hours - while it's still dark outside - Daisy comes out and starts on breakfast.

She thinks about it for a moment before sliding out from under the table again.

"Anything I can do to help?" she asks quietly.

"Not now, but you can look." A couple of fingerling potatoes are boiling in a pot of water and she's heating up the skillet, at the moment.

So she watches closely, still staying just out of arm's reach.

She narrates as she goes, using Basic vocabulary where she doesn't have the words she wants in the girl's language - melting butter in the pan, breaking an egg into it, scrambling the egg; taking the potatoes out of the pot and mashing them with tiny amounts of butter and milk and water. When it's all done she arranges it on a plate, pours a glass of milk, and sets it on the counter and backs off so the girl can come and take it.

She takes it, and retreats to the corner by the front door again to eat.

If nothing has happened before she finishes (as much as she can eat, reminding herself she was told she needed to eat more), she'll clear her dishes the way she was shown last night.

Pradnakt comes out while she's eating, and Daisy makes pancakes for her; when she's done she sits at the table to leave the kitchen area clear.

She'll offer to clear Pradnakt's dishes as she moves over to the kitchen.

Sure, but, sign sign - "You don't need to," reports Daisy.

She looks down, because she didn't so much offer this because she had to (even if there was a small but ever present instinct to do so), as...

"No point in doing them separately?"

Sign sign "One of us can do it," and Pradnakt moves - carefully - to do just that.