"Mmhmm." She adds a drawing of herself sitting crosslegged with her eyes closed, large angry and small thinking symbols on one side, slightly smaller angry and slightly larger thinking symbols on the other, and then draws her finger through them to suggest 'meditating reverses that effect, a little'.

...well that's better than being totally helpless in the face of the fucked-up murder magic, he supposes.

"Mmhmm."

She draws her finger from one side of the page to the other, to suggest a considerable amount of time passing. "Pradnakt kill Pritruth," she taps the far side of the page, and then draws another dividing line and taps below it.

"Pradnakt less less less think, Pradnakt less less less choice. Less less less choice kill," she emphasizes, and sighs resignedly.

...because of the fucked-up murder magic? She just - kept killing people because she was in the habit? That sounds like it must've been awful.

"Mmhmm."

"Pradnakt meditate more," she taps the picture as she uses the new word. "Pradnakt think more, Pradnakt choice more, Pradnakt choice," and she gestures around them. "Not kill." She indicates another period of time, this one multiple passes along the page, "Pradnakt," wobbly gesture, "safe."

...hmm. That... does make a lot of sense.

"Mmhmm."

"Pradnakt choice," she does the thing with her hands again, "kill, safe. Pradnakt choice safe. Sora choice?"

...the serial killer lifestyle wasn't... actually working out that well for him. But it's still the only time he's ever felt okay, ever, at all. But he doesn't exactly have access to safe opportunities to commit murder around here anyway. But he's not sure he can face going the rest of his life without ever feeling safe again...

"Mm." (Gosh she wants to give him a hug. Bad idea, though, if he has issues with being touched.) She goes back to the emotion faces, circles a finger around them: "feel. Pradnakt choice Sora feel safe. Pradnakt think."

...she... wants him to feel safe? Well. That's nice of her. He has no idea how to make it happen. If he had any better ideas than murder he'd have tried them already.

Nod. "Pradnakt think," she repeats.

Okay. He nods.

Nod.

"Choice," she does the hand thing again, bobbing each in turn and then the left one a second time, after a pause. She points to her left hand with her right one, "want. Sora want?"

Does he want... what? Things in general? Um. It would maybe be nice to have something to do besides sit in his tent and fret, but probably her life is not set up to provide useful tasks to a random stranger who speaks ten words of her language and whose main skills are bloodbending and being afraid of things. Especially since he can't go near her robot friend without panicking.

"Mm," wry grin, nod; that is rather the case. She deposits the pad and pencils on the table, anyway, and takes the tray back inside.

Yeah that figures. Sora sits in his tent and frets.

He's left alone for about half an hour, and then: "Sora? Daisy," Pradnakt warns.

...aa? He peers out of the tent.

The pair of them are crossing the yard toward the speeder; when they get there, Daisy mounts it and, after a brief signed exchange, drives off.

...oh.

Pradnakt watches her for a minute, and then comes over. "Daisy go," she gestures away from herself. 'Daisy come," she makes the reverse motion, then points to the sun, and then the spot on the horizon where it'll set.

So the robot friend is going away and coming back later - around sunset? Um. Okay.

Nod. "Sora come see?" She gestures houseward.

...okay, if there's something she wants him to see in the house he will go in the house.

The room immediately inside the front door is dominated by a huge table, cluttered with tools and machine parts and surrounded with benches. Bins of parts sit along and hang from the side wall, a few large machines, a cabinet, and a door take up the back one, and the side wall nearest the door has a small kitchen workstation set into it. Wherever they're not otherwise occupied, the walls are hung with fabric in colorful jewel tones; the pile of pillows next to the door is darker and duller and doesn't fit with the look of the rest of the room at all.

Pradnakt goes to sit at the far side of the table, leaving him space to explore the room.