Aya is little used to having the opportunity to set her own priorities, but she likes it. She's not hurting for any material resources, and the organization of the attic would produce those more than anything else; and she has this entire bookshelf closer to hand. So the attic, which may or may not contain ghosts, languishes; and she steadily works through the book collection. Right now she is on the third in a series of myths from the old religion; this volume is about Aelare, the trickster.
"I could designate a key for signaling a toggle between communicating letters and making music for other reasons, if you like."
Aya nods, writes a music note symbol separated by a slash from the first and last letters of the alphabet, and pastes this slip of paper to the chosen key.
Aya laughs. "Would you rather," she asks, "stay up here, or do you want us to try to haul you down the stairs?"
"You do look pretty heavy, and I can't even reliably get myself up and down stairs without mishap, but it'd be easier to talk to you if you were down closer to us."
"Apparently. Okay, I think we can leave the doors open if you want to move in - next to the bookshelves is probably best. Do you need help besides a clear path?"
"Okay. Anything else best addressed now before I start getting objects out of your way?"