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.
Good. It'll be a little disorienting at first, but you can stop whenever you like, and it'll start to make more sense as you practice.
It is, as advertised, disorienting; his usual senses, except osanwë, are replaced by an incomprehensible jumble of impressions - sights, sounds, smells, textures, tastes. But if he stays in the trance and observes, he'll quickly notice that some of them take familiar tempos - his heartbeat, his breathing - and others seem to change in step with his thoughts, or his emotions. If he tries to move, that sets off a whole cascade of new sensations, starting with the intention to do so and running through every subsequent step of the process until he's still again.
There's also a sense of how this new awareness can be pushed outward, to detect things other than himself.
Yeah. Thank you.
We should probably test whether casting privately works, too. I think it will, but, better safe.
And she stands and gathers up the blanket and brings him back.
I need to go make dinner for Maitimo; do you want me to come back afterward?
Lovely! I think my hand's all up and functional, and it's so reassuring to know we're going to win the war!
Good. She beams. And I took Findekáno out to check if there was a tribe where I thought, we should have more spell forms tomorrow morning.
Mmhmm.
They haven't eaten yet, they'd like to join us for dinner. If you're okay with that.
She sighs. I'm sure they want you to be comfortable more than they want to see you. It's okay to tell us no.
All right. I'd like to actually see you do that, sometime, it'd let me worry less. Do you want anything before I go get them?