Thankfully both of them can fly.

Terel is pensive on the way out there.

That's a reasonable thing to be. She'll let him say what he wants to say if and when he does.

When they're close, he quotes poetry.

"The mountain of labors is conquered. Mortal efforts give mortal fruits. Immortal fruits require immortal efforts. And to shed the weakness of the flesh and the frailness of the mind. To become eternal is to take a duty to the world that your work is forever sacred. Hm. Never gave much thought to religious poems, but it kind of has a point, don't you think?"

"...yeah. Sounds like me. There's a religion about it?"

"That's from a religion about Fates actually."

"There's a religion about Fates? ...that's obvious in hindsight."

"There's like two hundred religions about Fates. That poem's by a Corelliest Great Sage. Vartuva Jindo. They're all about how hard work and simple living is all you need to be happy, I think. The poem struck in my mind from all the required reading for that silly Comparative Culture class a couple years ago."

"How is a religion about Fates telling people about hard work and simple living being keys to happiness?"

"I think they're trying to encourage those two qualities in Fates, at least a bit."

"That sounds like a waste of potential."

"Doesn't your Earth have religions that you might occasionally quote but not agree with in all respects? ...Oh, we're here. Here we go."

"Yeah, I wasn't judging you, I was judging the religion."

And yep, there they are.

They land. The shadow people express their thanks for all Sadde's help.

Terel asks for a brief demonstration of the effect, and gets it, and nearly falls over.

"Moment of truth. Let's have the venom, here comes Terel two-point-oh..."

She has the syringe. "You should probably be under the effect from the start."

"Give me like two seconds without it? Yes, I know, severe pain, but feels right to do that."

"...if you're sure."

Syringe: meet heart.

He gasps. "Yesokaydoitdoit-" and he flops over, insensate.

She sits by his side.

He twitches occasionally, reacting to whatever the pain is being rendered as.

The Shadows switch after a few hours. And switch again after less hours than last time.

She's nervous each time that happens, but doesn't leave his side.

They warn her that... They aren't going to be able to keep this up for three days. Not consistently anyway.

"What? Why not?"

It's tiring. They'll keep it up to the point of exhaustion, as promised. If it would be better to drop the effect for a little while now rather than later they could do that.

...yes it's better to save it for the end. Er, can Terel be made sensate enough to talk?