It floats to her from among the junk on the table, along with the pencil she was using.

"Thank you," she murmurs as she takes them. She flips through the pages, looking at her rough sketches of the sculptures from the night before (frowning slightly, because even these seem to be more like diagrams than drawings). After a few moments, she flips to a blank page, shifts so that the page isn't readily visible, and sees if she can do any better at drawing Daisy's flowers.

The droid stays by the Sith while she eats, signing.

Midway through the meal, they appear to get into a little bit of an argument over something.

She hunches down on herself when they seem to be arguing, waiting for...something. Even if she's not entirely sure what. She doesn't like arguments (even when she's not really seeing anything). She is paying attention though. She'll step in between them if it looks like it's going to...go anywhere. Better if she gets hurt. Daisy and Pradnakt seem to care about each other, they shouldn't hurt each other if there's another option.

It doesn't escalate. They don't even seem angry, just very intent on whatever it is they're arguing about.

After a few minutes, Pradnakt concedes, and goes back to eating her breakfast.

Rhoda doesn't straighten up immediately, keeping an eye on them both. She's...never seen an argument end that way. They either got louder, more angry and ended in fists, or in the people involved storming away from each other. (Or people dying, although that wasn't common.) She starts doodling again, absent now, no real aim to what she wants it to look like.

Pradnakt catches her eye and gives a reassuring smile.

She relaxes a little at that, although she doesn't quite manage to smile back. It might be apparent that people making eye-contact with her is a new thing, and that she is not entirely sure how to deal with it (with a memory of being yelled at for being defiant).

That seems to be fine; Pradnakt doesn't push, anyway.

After another few minutes she finishes eating, and then gets back to work on the motor she's been tinkering with while Daisy does the dishes.

Rhoda goes over to see about drying dishes and putting them away. (She does, genuinely, like being helpful, even if she's only just starting to realise that when there's not a constant fear of not doing something she was expected to do but hadn't realised.)

Daisy allows it, passing the dishes and towel over to her. "How are you doing?"

There is a very reflexive moment where she starts to say 'Fine', but she cuts herself off, and thinks about it, staring at the dish she is currently drying. "Alright, I think?" she says, hesitantly. "This is all still...confusing. New." She pauses for a second, before adding hurriedly: "Not to sound ungrateful. I- it's...nice."

Nod. "I understand. You seemed upset earlier, though."

It takes Rhoda a moment to place what Daisy means - regardless of Pradnakt giving her the reassuring smile, she's not used to people noticing when she's upset. "I- don't like arguments," she admits quietly. "Normally they..." she shrugs slightly, tries to word, "end badly. Trigger a vision even if it doesn't end in a proper fight. And..." she tries to word the next bit, isn't sure how to really express this, "sometimes people lash out when they don't mean to because they're angry? And...hurt someone they don't want to hurt." (It's probably pretty clear that Rhoda was worried about that happening between Pradnakt and Daisy.)

"Yeah. I can't promise that that will never happen, but it's been a long time since it has, between us. Usually it goes just like you saw."

Rhoda gives Daisy a sideways look. "She...hurt you, though? That...isn't right." It's not like she really has any grounds to stand on with staying with someone who hurts you, but Daisy shouldn't have to put up with that.

(A tiny corner of her mind points out that Daisy seems to look after Pradnakt, in a way that seems more than just because it's Daisy's...job.)

"She did, yeah, and it wasn't, and she knew that and tried very hard to stop, and we're okay now. It would have been different if she'd acted like it was fine for things to be that way."

Rhoda gives a slow nod. "It is...good that she stopped," she says eventually. "I'm glad." She falls silent, frowning at the plate she seems very intent on polishing despite the fact that it is definitely already dry.

"Me too," the droid says, fondly. "It's usually not the right thing to do, to stay with someone who hurts you. But I'm glad I did."

Rhoda stops polishing the plate, still staring at it. "I'm glad you did too," she admits quietly, selfishly. She likes Daisy.

"Mmhmm," she grins.

"I have a few books about that - about what it's like when someone is just bad, and not really trying to stop hurting people. Pradnakt had me read them, back when things were bad for us; she didn't want me to just trust her that she was trying, she wanted me to make my own choice about whether I should stay. I think they might help you, too - it seems like where you were before was a lot like what the books talk about, and they'll help you understand why it was like that and how to tell when something isn't."

"I- If you think it's a good idea," she agrees, not bothering to point out again that she can't read, she expects that Daisy's remembering that anyway. She bites at the inside of her lip for a moment. "I...I really upset her expecting her to..." She makes a gesture that seems to be intending to say 'expecting her to be just like Ma'am'.

"Yeah. She's not upset at you; she knows why you expected that and it's really not your fault. But the books will help. I can start reading one to you after my trip to town, if you'd like."

"I...please?" she requests. She...would like to not upset people, even if they're not upset at her (which she doesn't completely believe yet).

"Sure. Let me know when you're ready; I'm going to be bringing back a lot of things for you; it's fine if you want some time to relax again first."