They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
Yeah, she's definitely noticed that. She eats without further comment and packs up the Ñolofinwëans' daily egg delivery.
You too.
Egg delivery; Fëanorean workshop. Good morning. She's only a little more subdued than usual.
Any news on any of the experiments? I actually have a suggestion for one, maybe see if you can figure out a little more about your sun... It's going to be a pretty normal morning if she has anything to say about it.
She gets them to show her a couple examples of magic items from their world; it's straightforward enough to add that to the magic-vision spell, so she does, and offers them an updated but still probably not final version of it. And when it gets close to lunchtime, she asks to be taken to another room to add to the paths.
She doesn't interrupt him until it's time to get his attention before she teleports his soup over.
Pretty well. It seems to be helping that they can see me getting ready to send you back, with the paths.
Are you seriously going to do that to them, she doesn't say. No problem.
Come up with any interesting designs today?
Okay.
I've got more work to do at the Ñolofinwëan camp this afternoon; would you like me to tell Findekáno anything for you while I'm there?
Yeah. She takes another bite of her lunch and then goes to scrape the rest into the waste teleporter. I'm going to head out.