They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
I am very glad to hear it. They were not nice to you once the topic came up? I was assuming you meant you got along with them poorly because they wouldn't apologize. What are they being rude to you over?
Sigh. They weren't rude, I'm just too touchy to be very diplomatic right now - I want to like them, and that's hard when they don't like the people I like.
Yeah, it really is. If it helps, I think they all like Findekáno a lot, the people they don't like are some people in Findekáno's tribe who promised to kill my father and ruin everything he tried. And those people aren't bad, they were just sad and said awful things, but sometimes it's hard to like people after that.
She flops back to lay flat on the floor, the back of her head cradled in her hands. Yeah, and it was pretty fair given that. Sigh. I think I just need things to stop happening for a couple days so I can think through all this and figure out how I feel about it. Not likely, though.
You can take a few days off. Or a few days cuddling Findekáno. This war won't pivot on a matter of days; let yourself take the things you need.
Yeah, maybe I should. I still want to get Findekáno's host off the ice as soon as I can, but that'll be pretty straightforward anyway, I think.
She giggles. Some of it, anyway. Can't cast while I'm cuddling, the magic transmits by touch. It's the worst thing.
I'll live. Or just teach them the magic, then it won't matter. Next step in the god-murdering plan is getting more spell forms, I should have the light one to pass around before too long.
She sends pleasedness. Yeah, the best idea we have so far is to teleport them to an empty world they can't get back from; I'm hoping the magic-detection form will let me find worlds without any magic.
Lots of people said very cruel and hurtful things to each other. My uncle Nolofinwe tried to convince the King to exile my father from the tribe, and my father never forgave him. We tried to get some boats to cross the ocean, and the people who the boats belonged to tried to shoot us to stop us, and they killed many of us and we killed many of them. The people abandoned on the Ice.
...and if you don't usually die, you probably don't really have a way of handling that. Not that people always do anyway, at home, but.
Wow. She sits up. I wonder if it'd help for you to pick up some of the kobold traditions around that. You'd want to change them a little, I'm sure - make them prettier - but some of the basic ideas should still be useful, I think, if you don't already have traditions of your own.