"Alright, we can go whenever everyone going is ready. I think I'm pretty much fine," he tells her, nudging some egg onto some toast, "What do we need in town?"

"Stop at the bank, mostly. Everything else we can get in the city - we're putting up a house for Cue and the friend he wants to invite, need some supplies for that, and I'm going speeder shopping. And I could use you on food shopping, if you don't mind."

"I don't always... do very well, around crowds," he mentions, a little uncertain. 

"All right. You can come with me or stay with the ship, then."

He shrugs, "It's... the empathy, for the most part, in cities. It's hard enough to deal with my own emotions, let alone a whole crowd's. It's my strongest Force sense, though. I've always used it." Suppressing it entirely is like blindfolding himself. It leaves him on high alert, which completely defeats the purpose. 

She nods. "That makes sense. We can work on filtering, maybe, see if you get anywhere on the way over."

He nods, "Even if it doesn't..." Once he knows how to do it at all, it's just a matter of practicing. 

Small smile. "Yeah. I'm a little surprised you didn't already know - what did the Jedi expect you to do instead?"

"I know some Jedi techniques for it, but they rely on being calm, which I'm usually... not, in crowds. Not a lot of practice, either. Manoll filtered for me while I was learning. It wasn't really obvious it was a problem until I started going on missions with him."

She makes a face at the idea of Manoll filtering for him. "I guess it wouldn't have been, if everyone you grew up with was like that. Well, filtering isn't hard, the way I do it. We already have it, really, it's what lets you hear someone saying your name in a crowd of people talking, you just have to get used to using your empathy the same way."

"We can practice that without a crowd to filter?"

"Some, yeah. I can mutter to myself."

"Okay. I... guess we'll see how that goes." He turns his attention to finishing his breakfast. 

Isk comes in shortly before he finishes his breakfast. He tells them about the plans for that day, and then he's done eating and they can get ready to leave.

Daisy is another few minutes straightening the house up, and then they can take off for the town. When they get there, she takes the speeder and heads in.

Isk keeps the ship running while they wait for her.

About ten or fifteen minutes later, the emotional background noise of the town has a sudden spike of fear.

Pradnakt looks up from her datapad when it does, getting to her feet - "Are you coming?"

He's already setting his harp down when she asks, looking off in the direction of the town. "Of course." 

She wastes no more time, but heads straight across the rough terrain toward the source of the emotion, detouring only for rock formations too big to leap and badly startling some cows in their pasture as she gets closer to civilization.

He keeps pace, pulling on the Force to keep up with her. 

There's more fear, as they get closer, and anger, a sense of many people involved in both - no fighting, probably, not that it's easy to tell, from here. The impression is borne out by the shouting, as they get closer. And then Pradnakt unfurls her aura, stormy-dangerous-dark, and fear wins out completely, the crowd dispersing at a terrified run before they get there, leaving Daisy behind.