It's a nice library, especially for such a small town, with plenty of everything, but a focus on science and poetry, a well-appointed children's' section, a nice selection of music and holovids, and comfy chairs offering varying amounts of privacy.
Right now, though, it's closing time; the announcements have been made, the final checkout rush handled, and now the librarian is making one last check before she locks up for the night.
He stays leant against her for a minute or so before hesitantly starting to pull back. (Daisy must have other things to do.)
He pauses for a moment, and then keeps pulling away. (A little bit to see if he's allowed to pull away.)
She stands, and moves the bowl of seeds closer to him. "Anyway, these are for you; when you're done with them, just put them aside, you don't have to eat them all now."
He nods, and, a little hesitantly, takes a few to eat. He looks between Daisy and the datapad, and sneaks his hand towards it, intending to restart the story.
"Go ahead. I'm going to go talk to Pradnakt." Her Sith is going to want some reassurance, and to know what that round of upsetness was about.
He nods, and finishes the motion to restart the story. After another quick look at Daisy, he takes a handful of the seeds, leaving the bowl where it is, and tucking the hand into his lap where it is mostly hidden. He's quickly enthralled in the story again.
Her Sith is waiting anxiously on the other side.
I'm okay, Love.
I know. I just want - She reaches for her hand, catches herself, lets her hand drop.
I know. It's fine, though, really. You're right, you can't help him if he's just terrified.
I could try.
Dusk.
I could.
He's barely putting up with me. I know you saw.
She pouts.
And we are making progress. I told him he's not going to be a slave any more, that's what set him off.
Oh.
Yeah. She takes her hand.
That's... yeah.
He needs some time.
...yeah.
I'll be okay. He's not a Sith, he's just a kid.
Okay.
Okay. Come on, come read me a poem.
Nova meanwhile, continues to listen to (and enjoy) the disc. He eats a couple of handfuls of the seeds, but stops after that. If the disc finishes before Daisy comes back, he'll...wait, for a few moments, and then hesitantly change the discs.
She's not gone that long; after about half an hour she comes back out and sets her list aside in favor of some calligraphy.
Nova is mostly engrossed in the story, but he tracks her movements when she comes back in.
The calligraphy catches his attention, but he does a fairly good job of hiding that he's watching her while listening to the story.
She notices him watching, but she's not going to interrupt him for it.
The disc comes to an end while she's still inscribing.
He doesn't immediately move to change the disc. He's feels wrong not doing something, just sitting here. He looks around the room again, as if some chore will have magically appeared that he can do.
"I-" he twists his fingers together. "Y'sure there's nothing I should be doing?" He doesn't seem comfortable asking, but he thinks it's probably the lesser of two evils.
He hesitates for a moment and then nods. "Please?" he asks hopefully (and a little desperately).
"All right. It's about time to go get things for lunch anyway, let me see if Pradnakt wants anything in particular." She goes to do that.
He relaxes slightly when she speaks. Good. He can help. He'll wait, almost eagerly, for her to return and tell him what she needs him to do.
"All right. Let's see - I'll do bean boats for dinner and you can have the extra potatoes for lunch. I'll dig the potatoes and you can harvest the beans, okay?"
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