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.
He closes his eyes and rests against the wall and sings more. Maitimo eventually relaxes too.
And a little while after that, there's dinner. She floats a flat stone to serve as a table for Maitimo and teleports his soup and a spoon to it, all without coming close enough that she could touch him, and then brings a plate to Findekáno before settling by the fire with her own meal.
If that's what I think it was, it was going to happen anyway, I should've thought to warn you. What are you going to do next?
Yeah. They knew, though, I think, that that was going to happen. You don't have to be perfect; they're not that fragile.
All right.
There's a brief sense that she's about to say something else, and then it fades.
I'm fine. I was thinking about telling you something but it wouldn't've actually been a useful thing.
Yup. They're not doing great but I've definitely seen them worse, we'll be okay.
More defensive, more obviously scared. Less able to keep it together. Less present, sometimes, but if they were doing that I'd take you home. They've been doing better in general, though, recently.
She leans on him, just a little, and watches Maitimo. Yeah. I don't really like how much they're pushing themselves, but I think that's just that I'm not a healer, I'm not really used to this - they don't seem to be hurting themselves, and I do think I'd notice.
I bet within a week he'll be pretending he's normal, and I think it's better to let him.