"Is there anything else in that category?"

She considers. "I don't know how to cook or wash dishes."

"I can show you how."

She nods. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

There's an awkward pause. (Does she expect the droid to dismiss her? That seems deeply implausible.)

"Deskyl seems to be settling in well so far," she offers.

"That's good. Tell me if she needs anything else."

Nod. "I will."

"Thank you," she says. "Would now be a good time for me to show you how laundry and so on work?"

"Yes, Ma'am, one moment." She wakes Deskyl with a gentle nudge and waits for her to roll over so she can watch them leave.

Ekkreth observes but does not inquire, and then she goes to show DZ how to do laundry and make food and so on.

She's an attentive pupil, though without a sense of taste or smell it's hard for her to do anything very complicated in the kitchen.

Following the recipe exactly won't steer her far wrong.

That should be good enough, then, she can definitely follow directions.

Not exactly surprising.

Not really, no.

By the time they're done it's approaching dinnertime; she's quietly pleased to have something she made herself to bring to Deskyl.

Ekkreth inquires as to how much Deskyl should be eating and divides the food into portions accordingly. Part of it goes on plates to eat now and part of it goes into containers in the refrigerator to be re-heated later.

(...Darth Magnus is eating the food she made. Gosh.)

Deskyl is asleep again when DZ returns with the food, and in fact she spends most of her time asleep over the next several days - she can be woken, and sometimes gets up on her own, but she's rarely awake for more than two hours and never more than four before she returns to bed. (DZ frets, quietly, and asks her repeatedly if there's anything she needs, but no, she just wants to sleep.)

This is kind of worrying but Ekkreth doesn't have any ideas that are, on reflection, better than "assume the two of them have any idea what they're doing." She vaguely wishes she had a Grandmother on hand with relevant experience but she does not.

And she does slowly come out of it, still napping frequently but going from six hours awake most days to seven, and then eight; just as slowly, she begins staying awake for longer periods of time. She starts leaving her room, occasionally - it's exhausting; the first time she tries it she's back in bed in inside an hour and sleeps for the rest of the day, but she keeps trying, even though it generally gets about the same result.

She finds the practice room and takes the opportunity to use it, and ends up too tired to eat her dinner and loses a week's recovery. DZ reports that she seems to be in a better mood, though - more relaxed, less anxious - and she improves a little more quickly the second time than she did the first.

It's good that she's recovering, at least physically. Ekkreth doesn't consider herself qualified at all to judge her mental recovery.

After she's gotten more or less settled in, while she's still sleeping most of the time, Ekkreth goes to make some discreet inquiries.

Lord Ocnem's project began as an experiment in more effective battle meditation; what he discovered instead was a way to generate a variety of moderate to major physical effects by interfacing more closely with the Force. The key is to use a second person as a sort of buffer, exposing them to its full strength and reading their mind from a safe remove. The buffering individual doesn't need to be Force-sensitive, but most people are useless for the procedure, burning out completely too quickly to be used to accomplish anything at all; even people with the right sort of minds to sustain it last less than a minute before dying. With one exception: nine months ago, Ocnem gained access to a Force-sensitive person of the right sort, who survived his initial use and went on to be used four more times, to devastating effect in the battles he participated in that way.

...Well. All the more reason to be glad to have gotten her out.

The fact that this can't be done to most people is reassuring.

She looks into the one who developed the technique in case he decides to do something stupid in response to losing his prize victim.

He mostly stays out by the battlefront; he seems to avoid getting into unnecessary physical confrontations, but he regularly provides assistance via battle meditation or his new technique to a handful of fleets and units, occasionally provides security to sensitive shipments to or from the front lines of the war, and very occasionally takes on an infiltration mission, to mixed success. He seems to mostly be functioning as a free agent, rather than working closely with his master, though the dossier notes that they're still close.