Mmhmm. And if you did have delirium other than maybe the very mildest sort, I wouldn't actually be going along with this, because I don't have that kind of knowledge. But you don't, so all I'd actually be doing would be vouching for the fact that the impairments you do have aren't relevant.

Is this the mild sort?

...not what I meant. You don't have delirium, you have a different problem than that. You can think fine, once you have the information you need, and you can tell what information you need. You need to be careful about taking this seriously enough, but I think I'll notice if you aren't, and at least while the war's on I don't think that'll be a hard problem to fix if it comes up.

I am not very worried I'll fail to take it seriously enough, I'm worried I won't be good at it.

Why?

Missing the things that made me good at it before. Maybe I fail to get them back.

Yeah, that's harder - not really cause not to take you seriously, but.

If I knew more about your culture and things I could probably help enough with that, but I don't.

It's okay, everyone else around me will. I will not have to lean on you for everything.

Mmhmm.

And it might work out.

Yeah.

What happens if it doesn't?

I think at that point they'd understand if I died in a training accident.

Mandos might be able to help me.

She sighs.

It's my life.

Mmhmm. Didn't argue when you wanted the suicide spell, either. Doesn't mean I'm happy about it.

You don't need to be happy about it. He relaxes slightly.

Yup.

She teleports his soup over and sets the dumplings to cook in hers.

He eats. He hums contentedly.

She does too. She doesn't join in.

And then, looking considerably more relaxed, he curls up to sleep.

She stays up for a while longer, taking care of the first set of pinning path spells and handling some quiet chores around the cave, and then goes to sleep as well.

The following morning proceeds as usual, and when she's settled in to eat her breakfast - you know, asking me to get closer to you is really not fair when you're planning on maybe killing yourself.

I don't prefer you get closer to me, particularly? I prefer that our interactions not be draining for you.

They aren't, I said that, and you still want me to like you.