Well, let's see.

She settles herself a little more carefully this time and works out a blink code with DZ - two blinks for 'skip to something else' and three for 'more like that' - and passes over control.

And he is very overwhelmed again, for only slightly less time than the day before.

Once he is settled again, he gives DZ his attention, focusing Deskyl's eyes on her rather than on the middle distance. He watches her hands while he attempts to move Deskyl's fingers. 

DZ recites, picking at random from the selected poems of a thousand worlds.

It might help if I move my hand with telekinesis, first, to give you an idea of what you're trying for, Deskyl suggests after a few minutes.

Yes, let's try that, he agrees, glad for the suggestion. He's not frustrated - he has a great deal of patience - but it would be nice to figure this out with greater speed. 

And so she does; it takes a bit of focus, to get the amount of finesse she wants, but she curls her right hand in, gently.

Ah, he sends, paying close attention to the sensation. Once she relaxes her force grip, he attempts the same movement - and manages to twitch her fingers. 

Well, now it's just a matter of perseverance, he sends, and sets to work.

Yeah. You'll get it.

She watches, genuinely interested, though she still keeps an eye on Jaim, to make sure nothing disturbs him, and Ilek, so she'll have warning when he comes back.

He keeps at it, and by the time an hour has passed has managed opening and closing her hand fully, though not moving individual fingers. 

(Jaim remains asleep, and recovering.)

Ilek comes looking for her about fourty-five minutes after she gave Stormsinger control, requesting entrance with a light tapping on the door, assuming either DZ will answer, or Deskyl will have noticed him approaching. 

She has noticed, in plenty of time to let DZ finish up her latest poem before taking back control and going to open the door.

    "Jaim has the translation rune, sir, if you'd like to go get it."

"...Oh, yeah, I probably should," he agrees. "...Is he sleeping, though? I don't want to wake him." 

    "Deskyl will make sure he doesn't wake, sir."

He pauses, "...How?" 

    "She's already dulling his emotions, sir, if she does that more strongly for a moment he won't realize that someone in his room is worth waking up over."

He makes a face, "He'd hate that," he predicts. He pauses, glancing down at DZs hands, and then over to Deskyl. "I... should learn your sign, anyway, shouldn't I?" 

Will that bother you? she signs to DZ. I'll need to learn the language here anyway.

    It might, ma'am, she signs after a little bit of a pause.

Why?

    It will make it harder for you to talk to me privately.

Yeah, that's reasonable. Okay. Thank you, Love.

    "She'd rather keep it private for now, sir; she'll start learning Cial when she's recovered."

He nods, and then glances back to Jaim's room. 

After a moment, reluctantly, "...Maybe if I do it very quickly." 

Not that his speed will change whether Jaim hates it or not. 

    "I can translate for you, sir, if you'd like."

He glances between Deskyl and DZ, unsure, but then recalls the conversation he'd overheard between them. 

"...Alright," he agrees. "...Thank you," he adds. 

He steps into the room, stalling a bit once he's inside the door, not sure whether to go to the couch or the bed. He glances over at Deskyl, questioning. 

She nods at the loveseat, and DZ goes to sit in the chair across from it.

    "Was there anything you wanted to talk about, sir?"

He settles on the loveseat, ducking his head at the question. He's not really sure. He mostly just wanted... to come back. To make sure he was still welcome. 

There are probably a number of things they should talk about. Their plan, once they reach the rebellion, for one. 

He doesn't really know how to start. 

He shrugs. 

"I said I would come find you," he says. "...You were going to work on the... source of power, for DZ?" He asks. He is curious, about that. 

She puts her arm around his shoulder as soon as he's settled.

    "Yes sir. There are a few things she'd like to talk about before that, though."

He leans into her, eyes cast down, a small smile coming to his lips. 

"What did you want to ask?" He questions after a moment, eyes darting up to look between the two of them. 

Snuggle!

    "Explain, sir, not ask. The first is about her injury. The main effect of it at this point is on her memory; if she exerts herself too much on any given day, she forgets that day's events when she sleeps."

Well. That sounds... Terrible. 

He blinks, turning his head to look at Deskyl, "...Was yesterday strenuous enough that you forgot?" He asks, uncertain.