That'll kill a couple hours.

Right, she ought to actually eat at some point.  She'll do that, and Mend sock guy's sock (she Prestidigitated it clean first), and return it and suggest he shouldn't knot the darning thread, or should cut the knot off once he's done if he has trouble holding it steady without one, that'll probably help with the blisters (she uses the technical math term for a knot, not realizing there's a different word for the sailors' kind), and tries out Fancy Cleric Detect Magic.

It's basically like normal Detect Magic.

Well, she's not sure what she was expecting. 

She heads back up to their room and tries out Possibly Fancy Cleric Mending on the top thing in the to-be-mended pile, and immediately realizes that she ought to have gotten someone to look at it with Detect Magic while she did, because it seems to have the same results she'd expect from wizard Mending but she can't see the spellform.  She sighs and goes through some more things with regular wizard Mending anyway, and then looks through her Protection from Energy notes until Omar and Tariq turn back up from wherever they'd gotten to and she really ought to be getting to sleep.

Sock guy wakes her up at the appointed time and follows her into the mess, once she's ready, to get in on the channel himself.

Ugggghhhhh why are mornings why did she agree to this.  She scrubs sleep out of her eyes and ties her scarf on without brushing her hair first and heads down.

There's a slightly surreal quality to being just-woken-up this early; she climbs onto the table once it looks like everyone is here who's going to be and reaches for that quiet knowing, lets it flow into her and out of her...

"...I think I do have another one," she reports once her head is clear.  Take that, archer guy.  "Anyone still injured?"

"You might as well even if nobody admits it," somebody points out.

Shrug, nod, channel, jaw-cracking yawn.  Poke poke at her brain.  

"...yes, that one was the last."  Hop down off the table.

(Do they not even want to tell their colleagues when they're injured, that seems like a terribly impractical way to run a fort... well, they've just met her, and what else was she going to do with it, go look for the stable and channel at the horses?)

Scattered thanks from various-amounts-of-yawning soldiers.

Polite you're welcomes and reciprocal yawns and she'll head back up to their room to pray.  

Wait for it, wait for it...

There.  It's dawn.

Hi, Nethys.  I channeled positive yesterday- I know You know that.  I'm going to stay here for a while, there's so much to learn, I wanted to before but it's really reassuring knowing I can go find You instead of getting eaten by demons if I get eaten by demons.  Physically. But I'm hoping I don't get eaten in either sense because I'd have to start over and I'm just getting started.  I'm going to be trying harder not to explode myself so I hope it's just a rumor that You particularly like explosions, or that exploding demons is good enough for now.  I don't know what's going on with the new spells and would really like to understand that, it's probably cheating or something to ask for a hint but that's what I'm going to be working on.  Which You know.  Thank You for choosing me and I'm going to try to be worth it.

She would like Create Water and Stabilize, please, and the one that looks like Guidance but stronger and less intricate, make yourself a cup a cup don't poke the spellforms before they settle, and Possibly Cleric Mending Or Something again so she can get someone to watch her do it, and does anything else fit in the weird narrow one that's probably a domain spell?  No, okay, Cleric Detect Magic it is then.

And then is she up for her regular spell prep or does she have to try and take a nap... she can manage it, actually, although she's kind of getting the edges of the gluey dragging headachey feeling that means she was cutting it close.  Endure Elements again, and... she'll keep her last Glitterdust from yesterday and leave the other two second-circle spots open for later, actually, she has no idea what she's doing today. 

Aside from refilling the cistern, which she trucks back down the stairs to go do, why does this fort have so many stairs.

"Morning. You want dishes again? They always want lady wizards on the dishes because the cooks are so precious nowadays but I could take dishes if you'd rather be cleaning people and the entryway as patrols come in."

"Mor'rn."  Yawn.  "I ought do the cisten but next I can dishes, yes."

Txell puts her on the schedule for dishes and herself down for cleaning incoming patrollers.

She can drop her Endures on some outgoing patrollers and then go check the state of the cistern. Still a bit more than half-full; she ought to have left some water in a bucket to see how long it lasts.  Create Water- okay, the next thing to work on is apparently buckets. Can she make less than her usual amount so it all fits in the smallest bucket.  Can she make it in multiple buckets without splashing.  Create Water Create Water Create Waterrrrrrrrrrrr.  Can she make some in a bucket and some in the cistern.  How far apart can she get the buckets.  

Experimenting doesn't actually take her too much longer than it would otherwise, since you have to wait between castings anyway and her arms get tired, but it's still a bit more than an hour before she finishes up and heads into the kitchen to tackle the dish pile.

It is so happy to see her, presumably.

Her Sense Motive check can only rarely ping on Chelish people of the same species as her, she doesn't have a prayer of making it against an inanimate object, so she will remain blissfully unaware of this.  Dish dish dishity dish.

Dish dish dish.  

Once she's settling into the comfortable Prestidigitation routine and can't daydream about other spellforms while she's working with this one she has the breathing space to step back and take stock of her situation. 

Artigas said she's very rare and very valuable and she has no reason to think he was lying (or wrong), but that's for her new healing which takes about a minute a day, and means she's going to be spending most of her time trucking through the snow to different forts with different unfamiliar social undertows.  Txell seems to be down to gossip and she needs to think of a way to repay that favor in a way that's large enough it's an invitation to a longer-term arrangement but not so large it's implicit pressure for one and wraps around to being rude again.  The Worldwound Treaty will keep her fed and housed and defended for as long as it lasts, and probably there'll be rumblings of warning beforehand if or when it goes; she's not sure if she theoretically gets wages under it but she finally paid off the loan for her ink a few months back so at least that won't be rolling up interest waiting for her.  So, what does she actually urgently need to do?  She needs to find out what's up with her new cleric spells, ideally before she goes off to Be The Healer at another fort; either choose her patrol squad (hers!) or get someone else to help with choosing it, ditto; figure out who she's going to be fucking, before Tariq leaves for Kenabres, especially if Omar goes with him.

(Non-wizards who see a girl like her in a place like their usual often assume she's trading sex for spells.  The problem with that idea is that the other side of that trade is really stupid. Another wizard is only in the market for a given spell once, and after you've sold it they're not only no longer a potential customer, they're your competition for everyone else who doesn't have that spell yet.  That's not to say she hasn't done it- she got Message and Feather Fall and Resistance that way- but it means you can't suggest it without being horribly insulting, maybe unless he's the kind of fantastically rich adventurer that's forgotten what normal things cost and drops gold like it's copper, and they don't usually frequent the kind of taverns that would let her in unaccompanied.  Instead it takes forever just to hint at it, you have to hang on his arm and giggle and act like he's incredibly smart and you're incredibly impressed, and even then it's- dicey.  Trading sex for protection, on the other hand, is trading one non-rivalrous good for another: straightforward benefit to both parties, a lot easier to be honest about, a lot more solid to build a long-term working relationship around.)

...okay, and she really needs to figure out which of the rumors about Chelish men are true, preferably as soon as possible.  Txell mentioned Artigas wasn't fucking Grec in a way that suggested if they were, it would be the same sort of arrangement she'd expect from men in a similar position; but that's all assuming she guessed the word right from context and it doesn't mean oath-sworn brothers or something even weirder and more Chelish.  (This would be so much simpler if she could read them any better, but if wishes were Wishes we'd all be kings; she thinks Artigas likes her and Grec doesn't but she could be completely backwards on either or both.)  And she has no idea who if anyone either of them is fucking, and whether those hypothetical favorites would see a newcomer as a rival and a threat (protection isn't literally an unlimited resource) or as a welcome distraction letting them get some spare time back.

Dish dish dish dish dish.

At lunch, Artigas is there to eat lunch. He spots her and asks if she'd care to do the noon channel; he did a morning one at the outpost so he's down to one left for the day.

"Certainly, yes.  I finished testing this morning just before dawn, it would seem I have four."

"Congratulations. Have you made any progress on assembling a squad? I can assign one, if you do not have a preference."

Right shit that okay that's happening now.  "Uh, no, not yet.  I've been associating mainly with the fort wizards," and hiding in the kitchen, "I thought to consult my party as they've been more with the martial soldiers."  And have seen how they talk when there aren't women and/or officers around.  "I should gladly take advice, however."

"I do not have a wizard's taste in companions nor a woman's."

Extremely fair and extremely unhelpful aaaa.  People are starting to gather, she'll take the opportunity to excuse herself and go get on the channeling table.  Deep breath, holy symbol, reach and open herself and channel.  She thinks it might be getting easier?