"Mmhmm." She crosses the room as she's talking, to sit by her friend's bed again. "That's generally true; don't challenge a Sith, it won't go well for you. But it's not universally true; Dusk has put a lot of effort into having enough self-control to avoid hurting people."

"Oh, I see. It even explains the dimension's... temperament. Well, I still want to go ahead and rescue her."

"Thank you."

"I mentioned it because Force users are more durable than regular humans; it won't be dangerous for her to wait for Felix to come back, if that's safer for us."

"It would take longer to find her dream-avatar. But that isn't an insurmountable obstacle. More so with your levels of technology."

"I suspect we'll have exactly as much trouble with that as she wants us to. That's another reason for me to go."

Nod nod. "Okay. In that case we should bring her and you to Felix's dimension."

"All right. Now?" She takes Dusk's hand again.

Nod. "I'm going to open the portal."

He isn't Felix and doesn't have pyrokinesis, instead he got electrokinesis. He zaps a small piece of paper that catches fire and that opens the portal.

The room beyond it's a very nice hospital dorm, overly decorated, but fully equipped. They can easily move Dusk through the portal and then load her in a state of art hovering hospital bed.

The droid detaches the IV line from the needle in Dusk's arm, and then hesitates for a second before picking her up, ever so carefully. Moments later, the transfer is complete.

Then they can make their way to Felix's residence. The place is gorgeous. A lot of fire features. Not a single light-bulb. The still-unnamed clone directs Daisy and Dusk to a hangar while he goes to retrieve... what looks like a house-sized floating boulder with a fountain on top.

Daisy brings Dusk into the shuttle. There's not quite room for the bed in the cockpit, but if she leaves it in the hall outside there's just enough room to get by; she does that, and then starts looking over the controls, to make sure she remembers everything she needs to.

He attaches the boulder to a hover-thing and that to the shuttle. It should be safe to move.

From the outside the entire thing looks weird, but as long it flies. He boards the shuttle.

"Everything ready?"

"We still need the speeder, but yes, everything's in good shape here."

"Oh, of course."

They go retrieve the speeder.

It has an open-topped wagon hitched to the back, the sort of thing someone would use to transport equipment or building materials, with a nest of pillows and blankets constructed carefully inside; the net she must have used to keep Dusk from falling out of it lays haphazardly on top.

She loads it up, transferring the nicest blanket and some of the pillows to the hovering bed when she's done. "All right, I'm ready as soon as you are."

"Let's go."

And off they go.

The shuttle is faster than the speeder, but it's still going to be several hours.

"So... I have no life of my own to talk about. Do you mind if I ask about yours?"

"I don't mind talking about it, but the interesting parts aren't very nice."

"We already read enough about this universe to figure out how fucked the droid situation is."

"-differently than that. Dusk knows I'm a person."

"Ah."

"You might not actually know the worst part, yet. The - standard advice, for droids, is that our owners are supposed to wipe our memories every six months; we die, in any meaningful sense. And it's obvious to anyone who's spent any time around protocol droids that I'm older than that."

"Your universe is really fucked up."

"Yeah. Dusk has done a really good job of making it right for me, though."