"Within reason" hopefully extends to the small sitting-area-qua-office that was attached to her quarters but cannot be used to hold most of her work - it is hardly properly secured - and has thus been mostly going unused.

...She gives the desk that has sat there ever since she's been on this ship a Look, as she enters, and it slides off to the wall with a whisper of Force.  (...She wasn't using it anyway, and she doesn't want to have the aesthetic of such a barrier between them right now.)

...At least there are sufficient places to sit for everyone.

Pradnakt isn't surprised by the choice of room: plenty of Sith use their personal sitting rooms as reception rooms, and while it's a little weird that a Sith of Kalbetis' standing doesn't have a better option to hand, her reclusiveness explains it easily; she won't have needed one.

She sits, and Daisy sits next to her, and she still doesn't stop doing that thing in the Force.

"...I regret the quality of our accommodations, but this is not exactly my usual transport, nor I had not been particularly expecting to host guests."

"...Is there a reason you are still holding on to your Light meditation, Lord Pradnakt?"

"Dropping it is, ah, awkward - the new version is much smoother than the old one that way but I still need practice with it. I'm fine like this, anyway."

"Ah.  I sha'n't inquire further, then."

"It does seem like this is working a lot better than you described things working previously, though upon actually seeing it I have some further thoughts."

"Primarily...

"Hmm.  Let us say that, before this, you were forcing yourself down into a tiny box that just did not fit you at all.

"Now, you have made the box you force yourself into you-shaped, which makes it much easier to fit, yes - but it is still a box.

"The Force is not a box to fit yourself into.  Your self is not a box to fit yourself into.

"It is...

"...Hmm.

"Observe."

And Darth Kalbetis' Force presence slowly but surely blends into the environment around her.  (It does not, however, intrude upon Lord Pradnakt.)

"This is something of the opposite of the thing I am hoping you will find yourself able to do, really - but I think that it may be informative to you nonetheless."

Kalbetis' presence is once more contained within her body soon after she finishes speaking.

"Because what I just did was dissipative, even as I did maintain the core of my will - and you want to do the opposite.  To -"

And here, she seems to genuinely be needing to concentrate, even as her presence sharpens, the flow of the Force through her concentrating into an ever-smaller point even as its velocity through her increases, the ripples of it flowing -

She lets go, with a relieved huff of breath.

"To concentrate yourself, even as you concentrate the Force."

"In truth, something quite like this is key to my small capacity with precognition.

"I become - so wholly and utterly myself, that I can ring the future like a bell and listen for the echoes."

"But I digress.

"It is...

"It is like a lens, yes?  Or like a lightsaber's focusing aperture.

"To be a lens, a focus, does not make the lens any less like itself, no matter that lens's shape.  No matter how much light passes through."

"Or like a kyber, for that matter.  When the Force passes through them they all but sing from it - but the song comes from the kyber, not the Force.  And much like growing a kyber the hard way, they coalesce under the pressure of the energies involved."

"Hmm. Well, I think that'll take more than a few days for me to figure out, at least. But I'll work on it."

"It might be as simple as - adding a touch more solipsism, I suppose.  If you are the box and the box is the Force then you are the Force.  But more possibly useful perspectives are generally better, when it comes to these sorts of things."

"...Meanwhile, I think I might be able to replicate the - specific angle that turns the Light to healing, though hardly the area-effect, but being as I do not wish to get this wrong on someone, would you mind - spotting, I suppose?  Observing as I do it without a target and seeing if I've done it right."

"Of course. It also works on plants and animals, if you have a hydroponics bay here. Or, when I do it, at least; I'm not entirely sure which of the things I can do are unusual."

"It is standard policy to build our hyperspace-capable ships with hydroponics."

She knows the way.

"We'll see how that goes, before trying something else."

Pradnakt could certainly figure out the way, but following is much more polite, so she does.

It's not like this ship is built to purposefully obfuscate its structure and routing, anyway.

She nicks the flesh of a tomato - still on the vine, because that might matter - with a pruning knife, and sees if calling up the Light and refracting it just so, will mend the cut.