"I'm sure it is." (She sounds pleased, rather out of proportion to the statement.)

"Maybe we'll take you to see the city, someday - it's a little more like a ship, with everything close together, but not very much like that."

She smiles, a little confusedly at Daisy, and then gives a small nod. "Maybe," she agrees. "Still not sure how I'm gonna be with...other people."

"Mmhmm. Well, if you don't want to, you don't have to. But you might like it; there's all kinds of things in the city."

"Mhmm," she agrees, through a yawn. "Mm, c'n I sleep for a while?"

"Of course."

She settles down on the bed. "...Y'll stay?"

"Of course," she says, settling the blanket over her, and then settles into the chair. "I'll be right here."

She smiles at Daisy, snuggles into the blanket, and drifts off to sleep.

Daisy stays, as promised, getting up only briefly to take their things when the other droid appears with them; aside from that, they're left alone, and she spends the time sketching calligraphy on the scrap paper from the desk.

She stirs, briefly, when the other droid appears, but only far enough to realise there's no threat, and that Daisy's still there, before settling back into sleep.

She doesn't sleep for as long as she has been back home - perhaps feeling a little less secure. But she does seem to have slept well when she wakes.

Daisy's right there, paying enough attention to notice as soon as she stirs. "It's early, you can go back to sleep for a while," she says softly.

Rhoda thinks for a second, and then shakes her head. "Think I'd struggle to."

"All right." She goes to get Rhoda's spare set of clothes - "I can wait outside the door while you change, or go down and get started on breakfast, whichever you'd like."

Rhoda pauses for a moment. "Uh, wait, please?"

"Of course. Do you need anything else?"

"M'good, thanks."

"Okay."

She's standing in the doorway when Rhoda goes to leave, in a sort of formal guarding stance; she steps away as soon as the door opens behind her.

She smiles, and seems to relax to find Daisy there. "Thank you," she says again.

"You're welcome. Ready for breakfast?"

She nods. "Yes," she agrees, and will follow Daisy.

The stairs lead to a short, wide hallway, with the front door of the house at the far end and doorways to the living room and kitchen on each side. Mrs. Trusho, a short, wrinkled woman with wispy white hair and skin several shades darker than Pradnakt's, waves to them from the couch: "Did you sleep well, dear?"

Rhoda shifts slightly closer to Daisy, giving a slight wave in response. "I, yes, ma'am, thank you."

    "Why don't you come and tell me about yourself while RB makes us breakfast?" she asks, patting the couch.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but that's classified." Daisy puts a comforting arm around Rhoda's shoulders.

    "Oh. Sith things, I suppose."

"Yes ma'am. We'll wait in the kitchen, if that's all right."

    "All right."

Rhoda relaxes a little under Daisy's arm, and at the knowledge that she won't have to try and talk to Mrs Trusho.

She looks around curiously as they enter the kitchen.

The kitchen is done up in sky blue and mint green, with gingham valances in the windows and little ceramic finches displayed around the room, some in obvious places, some more hidden. The dining table is modestly sized, with a green ceramic bowl holding a mass of puffy blue silk flowers for a centerpiece, and the chairs are upholstered with more gingham. The droid from last night is working at the stove; Daisy pauses to tell him that Rhoda's food needs to be very mild before making her way to the table to sit.