"Sora."

(and she can probably tell how scared he is and of what and why—that is the worst kind of thing for someone to know about him—this line of thought is not helping but he doesn't know how to stop he has never had to deal with a mind-reader before—)

Calm nod: "Sora."

She points back to the house, and holds her hand flat, palm down, when she turns back: "Daisy, nothing." She taps her chest; draws back her cloak to reveal a copper cylinder attached to her belt, which she taps, somewhat reverently; taps her forehead and gestures to him, and then in an arc around her; lights her hand up with sparks for a moment; levitates her mug; and finishes up by briefly levitating a fist-sized ball of water, with nothing like the finesse of a practiced waterbender. "Pradnakt, Sith." And again she gestures to him.

...so 'Sith' is the thing that does - all those things? And -

"Waterbender," he says, shifting posture slightly and rippling his fingers so the water in the bucket comes up and does a circle around his hand and then goes neatly back down.

"Waterbender," she nods, and then repeats it in Basic.

He tentatively echoes the translation.

(not safe not safe notsafenotsafe—she hasn't hurt him yet but that doesn't always mean much—but she can read his mind so there's not exactly much he can do about it—)

Hmh.

She stands, takes a step back, and brings out her lightsaber, showing him the unlit hilt. "Safe," she asserts, and then lights it: "unsafe." She brings up a ball of water and touches the tip of the lit saber to it for just a moment, producing a burst of steam, and repeats, "unsafe." She turns it off and holsters it, showing her empty hands when she's done: "safe."

She sits.

"Sora safe Pradnakt, Sora safe Daisy, Pradnakt safe Sora."

...if that is meant to be 'safe' he is really unclear on how this demonstration was supposed to back up that assertion.

Fair. "Sora unsafe Pradnakt, Pradnakt unsafe Sora," she points out.

...yes, that appears to be true. So. Now what.

Yeah he's not getting it.

Hm.

She gestures 'one minute' and goes into the house, returning with a bowl of soup in each hand and a pair of cups levitating along in front of her. She puts the cups down with the tea and floats one of the bowls over to him.

...okay, sure. Food.

She's fairly distracted by it, but doesn't take long to finish eating. While she's waiting for him to be done, she fills one of the cups with water and refills her mug and sets them in front of her.

He finishes his soup a minute later. It's good soup. Unfamiliar, but still more familiar than most other things around here.

Yeah, there's not super much she can do about the unfamiliarity issue, but that's next to work on. For now:

"Tea," she indicates the mug, and then "water" and the cup. Then she holds her hands in front of herself in loose fists: "Pradnakt tea?" she bobs the left one. "Pradnakt water?" she bobs the right, and then makes a show of thinking about it. "Pradnakt tea," she asserts, and takes a sip from her mug. She returns her hands to the held-out-loosely-fisted position, bobs both, and identifies the gesture: "choice."

...well - that's useful vocabulary, he supposes. "Choice," he echoes, a little awkwardly - her language is kind of hard to pronounce.

She nods. Good!

"Pradnakt choice," she continues, "Pradnakt safe," left-bob, "or Pradnakt unsafe." right-bob, and then she makes a show of thinking about it. While she's doing that, she says, "Sora choice. Sora safe? Sora unsafe?"

—he really kind of wishes she hadn't asked him that question—

If he's understanding her right, she's saying - she has the decision of whether or not to be dangerous, and he also has that decision, and she wants to know which he'll pick.

Well, empirically: often the wrong one.

But - he can't imagine it even helping, here, there's just too much going on, he only ever murders people when they're a very direct threat to his safety or when he can absolutely conclusively get away with it and has enough stability to enjoy the respite from constant fear. Unfortunately, this set of conditions sets up a rather unfortunate incentive structure. If he's only safe when he's too off-balance to indulge in murder, then the safest thing to do with him is keep him that way, or just kill him immediately before he has a chance to get settled, and he would really rather that neither of those things happened.

- Ah. She nods, looking more melancholy than irritated or disturbed.

And then the obvious thing to do would be - decide not to be dangerous, but - it's really not as simple a choice as it looks. That respite from constant fear is very tempting, or he wouldn't have become a serial killer in the first place.

Sigh.

"Daisy safe," she adds, after a few seconds. "Touch," she demonstrates, on her own arm, and then "not touch," her hand held flat, palm down, a few inches away. "Daisy not touch Sora."

...well it would be nice if he could believe that. He even - sort of does - but the only way he's managed to function in society at all was by knowing with absolute certainty that he could stop people from touching him if he had to, that no one could hurt him even if they tried. And he can't bloodbend someone who hasn't got any blood. Pradnakt is also frightening that way, because she has powers he's never heard of and he suspects bloodbending wouldn't stop her from using them, but she's at least less viscerally terrifying because she has an ordinary human circulatory system and he is used to those.

Yeah. (That's - weird and kind of disturbing. But it's not like she wouldn't have to worry about telekinesis if she was dealing with another Sith, and it doesn't seem that much more dangerous in practice.)

She looks queryingly at him, after another moment, and makes a vague gesture that might perhaps mean 'anything else?'

—he's not entirely sure what she means by that.

Okay, uh.

"Talk," she starts with, pointing to her mouth. "Pradnakt talk. Talk talk talk."

That established: "Sora choice Pradnakt talk?" Is there anything he wants her to talk about?

He has some trouble figuring out when things she says are questions, but he thinks he's starting to get the hang of it.

There... isn't anything specific he can think of to talk about, really... but he is aware that he is not at his best right now amd may be missing something.