And with that settled, they fight a pretty standard retreat as Pradnakt leaves the sim space.

She holds onto the Light as she heads for the observation room where Daisy is; it's good practice, especially after she almost lost it back there.

"That went pretty well," she says, plopping into a seat next to her.

Kalbetis hums softly, considering something.  "I do believe it did.  With that said, I do think there is something it would be imprudent of me to not ask, in the wake of it, as much as it is also a question that may not be taken well - and for quite understandable reasons, amongst Sith of the tradition that produced us, because I suspect it will touch upon - something sore.  ...Though, now seems not the time, and here seems not the place."

"The - ?" she waves a hand vaguely and projects an echo into the Force of the momentary chill she felt a few minutes ago. "I don't think it's a problem. It's good that your people haven't been trained out of that, I'm just not used to it, and I can deal with that."

She nods, once to confirm, and once in acquiescence.  "If you're confident that it's -" that you're alright, she doesn't say, "- alright then I certainly sha'n't gainsay you."

Pradnakt nods in return. "I didn't lose the Light this time, and I'm still improving at holding onto it." Which isn't not a metric for how she's doing personally.

She nods.  "That's good."

"I have started to notice diminishing returns on my practice; I think it'll be reasonable to hit them rather than waiting on that in a couple more weeks."

She nods.  "Then we shall adjust our plans accordingly."