Little bit, yeah.

She pauses for a moment, thinking, and then clicks for DZ's attention.

Tell us that one about the salt, Love?

    Yes ma'am.

    Love Like Salt

    It lies in our hands in crystals
    too intricate to decipher

    It goes into the skillet
    without being given a second thought

    It spills on the floor so fine
    we step all over it

    We carry a pinch behind each eyeball

    It breaks out on our foreheads

    We store it inside our bodies
    in secret wineskins

    At supper, we pass it around the table
    talking of holidays and the sea.

    [source]

Yeah. Thank you, Love. (She loves that robot so much; it leaks through more than a little.)

    You're welcome.

He listens to the poem through her ears, his feelings of fondness growing as he considers the words. And her feelings for DZ. 

...I do believe I love you as well, he sends, shy. Though I lack a poem with which to say it. Only- feeling bashful, and a little foolish, he offers, You remind me of a thunderstorm. Through Fire, you bring rain. 

Awwww.

I'll have to remember that one.

She does love him; she lets it show through.

He will just be a bundle of happy feelings in the form of a Blade for a little while, then. 

That's pretty delightful all by itself, and she's got nowhere to be.

Then they can spend some time basking in each others' happiness. 

They can!

Maybe not all the way through to dinnertime, though. When Deskyl notices that it's started to get late, she suggests that she go finish setting up DZ's battery on the roof.

Both Ilek and Stormsinger are interested in observing. Ilek can get up on his own - he has a quick 'lighter than air' spell which he can use to hop up on to it. Stormsinger of course can observe through her eyes. 

She can make the leap too, of course. It takes a few trips for her to ferry all the parts up, and then she can get to work - she can't explain what she's doing to Ilek, but she gives Stormsinger a full rundown of how the makeshift solar panels and windmill work to power a little generator that charges the battery, which should hold about a day's worth of power at this size.

Even if he can't understand her, it's interesting to watch her put it together. It doesn't look much like anything either has ever seen before.

She does take the time to demonstrate the generator for Ilek, showing how sparks will jump from one wire to another while it's going, before she's hooked it in to the battery. And then they can go back in.

All set, Love, we'll have some charge for you tomorrow.

    Thank you, ma'am.

Of course. - I still don't want you calling me that, you know.

    Oh. All right.

We should talk about it later. You know we're safe here, right?

    Yes.

Okay, good. Does the prince have any questions for me?

   "Deskyl would like to know if you have any questions, sir." 

He's a little interested in the electricity still, but mostly just as a new thing to learn about.

"You really should visit Sanctuary," he comments, "I don't know of a lot of the people there, but at least one of Jaim's old friends would be very interested in what you can do with electricity." 

    "She's planning on going after the war, yes sir. Though she's going to visit the southern isles first, she says."

He nods, "That is more important," he agrees. 

    "You can come with us if you'd like, sir."

He looks down. That would be something worth fighting for, he believes.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Well that's a reaction that calls for a hug. Deskyl moves to give him one, holding him close for a few seconds before freeing a hand to sign.

    "You won't have to fight if you don't want to, sir. There will be other ways to help, and it will give you a chance to see how you feel when you're there - if it feels right, you can, but if it doesn't, you shouldn't."

He nods again, curling into Deskyl. 

"It's... if fighting is needed I want to?" He pauses. "I think. It's hard to know for sure." 

He has killed those he doesn't think deserved it, Stormsinger comments, He believes he doesn't have the right to decide who needs to be fought, unless the reason is obvious.

Ah. I think I can work with that. She keeps up the comforting pressure of the hug.

     "She says she thinks it will be good for you to come, sir. Whether you fight or not."

He nods. 

"I do want to help. I'm just... not sure how much help I'll be outside that. I'm not very good at diplomacy, usually." 

He's always either too suspicious or too trusting of people. Deskyl notwithstanding - so far it seems like he's been just as trusting as he should have been.

    "She's not worried about that, sir." Deskyl gives him a squeeze, and backs off a bit to sign more quickly with both hands. "You're learning how you relate to fighting, right now; that's important itself, even if you aren't useful on any given mission. And if you want to pick up another skill, there's still time."

"Yeah," he says, looking down at his hands. He threads a little Life mana, pooling it in his hand until it gives off a just-visible gold glow. 

"...Maybe I'll be a healer." 

He will find it challenging, he sends, concerned but gently encouraging, But fulfilling, I think. Life doesn't come naturally, to us, but the difficulty is worth it. 

     "Stormsinger says that that will be hard, sir, but fulfilling; they think that it will be a good choice, if you do."