The response comes back that if she would care to do the evening channel at Artigas's usual time he will make a quick four-hour trek to a neighboring outpost himself with the next patrol and channel for them with his remaining one.

Well, fuck.  

She can still get it done basically on time, so long as she doesn't have to clear up any blots (definitely not rushing, she at least has more sense than that) but she'll be stretching the definition of sunset a bit once she's left the scroll and inks with Grec and dashed down the stairs to the mess.

Artigas is eating, when she arrives, and when he sees her he nods to her and goes off to get geared up for a trek.

She returns the nod with a small wave, takes a minute to get her breathing back under control, and then scrambles up onto his usual channeling table.  She'll give it a few moments for people to assemble while she tries to clear her mind.

No, clearer than that.

Come on, it worked this afternoon, what in all the hells...

No, okay, she's going about this the wrong way again.  It shouldn't matter if people are watching her, but if it's going to matter she can use that, lean into it instead of trying to shut it out.  She's here to be a conduit for the Divine into the Material and they are all here watching her because she's been Chosen as living proof, by still being alive and however many times she can do this she demonstrates every day that magic is really fucking cool-

There.  Divine energy pours into her and out of her as fast as she can carry.  It's noticeably weaker than Artigas even on a bad day, but everyone in thirty feet can feel it.

Oh good. Off he goes to have a late slog in the snow to the next outpost.

Deep breath, back down to earth.

"I expect I have more, did it reach everyone?  Do you on the edge need to move?"

"We know how to crowd around. You can do one right before dawn, maybe."

Nod.  "None are so badly off as to need a second?" she asks as she hops down from the table.

(Ughhhh she's going to have to get up even earlier...)

Doesn't look like it. She gets a couple of verbal thank-yous and more acknowledging nods.

Khalida can politely return nods and acknowledge thank-yous without thinking about it, that's what stock phrases are for.  

She... should probably not rely on the weird magic wakefulness to get her down to the mess, she's not sure how long you can delay starting after dawn before your prayer doesn't count.  Any shifts scheduled to let out within the hour before dawn, where she could swap a favor with someone to get them to come by and bang on the door?  (Probably too much to hope for that it's anyone she recognizes, considering she's met like three people here and Txell is on day shift, but maybe Omar or Tariq will recognize a name and can point them out.)

Yup, lots of night shifters, not too hard to find one who'll take a favor (and not """a favor""", though that particular selectivity takes more tries) to come knock a few minutes before dawn.

Khalida in fact has a stock phrase for this as well, it comes up often enough in their usual haunts.  It's in Osiriani. 

(It's also calibrated for non-escalation with men who are either Abadaran or assume she is or both, and it helps if she can point out one of the regulars who does charge market rates.)

After a few moments of staring, she manages to unstick herself enough to get across "...for knocking on the door?  I am a wizard!"

"Take it or leave it!"

"I leave it."

Next guy she'll try opening by asking if he needs anything Mended.

Yeah, he's got a hole in his sock and the last time he darned it it gave him blisters, he sucks at darning.

Cool, she can swap a Mending for a wakeup call then, that is a much more sensible rate of exchange.  

Now she has a wakeup call scheduled and a sock to Mend.

If he's got it on him she can work on it tonight, otherwise he can bring it by in the morning?

...oh, and she was supposed to collect her small batch ptarmigan stew somewhere, wasn't she.

The ptarmigan is actually going to be tomorrow night. It's not like it's hard to freeze things such as dead birds.

Oh right!  (Khalida has heard of the concept of preserving food by freezing, but it hasn't been especially relevant to her life before this.)  That has all sorts of interesting implications...

Oh, and conjured items don't usually last, while she's here she should fill up some barrels for them in case the cistern runs out before she gets back in the morning?  Since Artigas is probably staying the night at the next fort instead of turning straight around and coming back an hour or more after midnight, although he's not a wizard, she supposes he totally could.

She can top off the cistern but they did figure out how to gather snow during the clericless interregnum in case he's delayed.

Sure, Create Water.  She's getting better at the tiny rainstorm version.