Yeah. She leads him in; DZ is at the desk with the dictionary, and stands when she sees them.

Going, Love?

    Yes ma'am.

I want to talk to you about that at some point.

    Now, ma'am?

If you're comfortable with that.

    Of course, ma'am.

She looks disapproving, just a bit.

    I'm sorry, ma'am.

No, it's fine. Now is fine, I think- she looks to Ilek.

"It's fine with me," he agrees, wandering over to the couch to pick up his harp, "Do you want me to stop powering the runestone so you can talk privately, or should I be involved, too?" 

Keep it, I think - we really need to talk about how things are going to be for all four of us.

She settles on the bed, facing the couch and desk, and shifts Stormsinger to her lap, and pauses to think.

I like this, she settles on. I like having all three of you at hand. But if it bothers you to be here with us, that's a problem. Does it?

    I don't know how to answer that, ma'am.

All right. What do you know about it?

    I'm supposed to go if you don't tell me to stay, and I'm supposed to avoid having you tell me to stay.

Okay, she sighs. Do you know - actually, no, under what conditions are you supposed to do that?

    If you're alone in a private room with a human or near-human in the evening, ma'am.

Okay, well, we're not alone, the Blade is here.

    ...I'm not sure he counts, ma'am.

She looks cross. Why wouldn't he?

    If he doesn't have senses he doesn't count, ma'am.

"Oh." He does, he's sharing mine.

    Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, sir, I didn't realize.

It's fine, Love, I should have told you.

He watches all this seriously, I expect most people from this world are at least somewhat aware of the fact that anyone with a bond to a Complex Artefact may have given them access to their senses, he comments, But I should have thought to mention it, myself, given you and your companion are not. 

And it works differently with the Force, anyway. I could just as easily have set it up so you aren't, by default.

He says it's not unusual for someone with a complex Artefact to share their senses with them. I don't think they have as much range, though.

We must be touching them, to use their senses - almost always eyes and ears, alone - except in the most rare cases, he confirms.

Yeah, touch range, she relays, and only sight and sound, usually. She shifts to address Ilek, too: He gets all of mine, regular and Force, and that worked anywhere in the building last time we checked it - it'll grow with time, I expect to be able to hear him across the fort in a week or two.

"That's a better connection than I've ever heard of anyone having," he nods, "Though I'm sure he knows more about it than I do." 

'Cause I'm using the Force, not mana, she nods. And sensory stuff is my specialty, most Sith would take at least a year to get this proficient.

I'll be able to hedge him out eventually, if I practice at it - I can now but it'd take too much focus to be useful for much.

He nods, "I guess that would change things. I don't mind him listening in, at least."

He has some unhappy feelings about the idea of losing access to her senses, but his refusal to feel in any way entitled to them wins out over any desires otherwise, by a wide margin. Her senses are hers, to do with as she pleases.

A partial block shouldn't be much harder than a full one, she sends. I mostly want the option for if I ever get injured, or if I decide to have children, and I'd talk to you about anything like that first anyway.

Oh. Of course. He might like to experience pain should she ever be injured, at least once, out of curiosity, but he suspects he won't enjoy the sensation.

We can mess with that sometime, there's safe ways to do it. Later, though.

She turns her attention back outward: We hadn't discussed the implications of that, but we'll pick it up later. Did you have any other questions about Artefacts?

He shrugs, "Nothing really comes to mind - oh, if he can use your Force senses, can he use your magic?"

I suspect so. We haven't tried yet - probably after I recover from contacting the Artefact in the city.

"...You can sense the Artefact down there, yes?" He asks thoughtfully, "Would it be easier to contact them if you tracked down the spot directly above them?"

Yes, but then we'd have other logistical problems - I'm assuming they're going to want to pick a wielder, and I can let them look at everyone in the fort to do that, but doing that at range is almost as hard as contacting them is, and I'm not sure I'd be able to make it back under my own power afterward. Could do it twice, I guess.

"If you have the time for it is there really any reason not to?" The less incapacitated she is, the better. 

It only ends up better if it turns out we can bring them back without a wielder, and I wouldn't bet that way, it looked like they were doing something down there. But I guess slowing the rescue down a little isn't that big of a deal.

(She hates being weak, having something she wants to do be out of reach for that reason. Especially when it's something she feels she should be capable of. It sits in her stomach, a knot of tension and fear.)

(He sends his love, and sympathy, and the sensation of a hug.)

Ilek shifts towards the edge of the couch - towards her - not sure what he'd said wrong but sure it was something. 

"It's only a suggestion," he says, apologetic. "And if it wouldn't be likely to be that useful..."

No, you're right, I should check. She sends a hug back, and a little wave of affection, and then takes a moment to remind herself that she's safe here, that failure simply doesn't have the stakes she's used to. The fear fades, and the tension too, a little.

We can do it tomorrow, and then I can talk to the Book in the evening and do the big one the next day.

He nods, "That sounds good," he agrees.

He's tired, but he's also not sure if DZ and Deskyl are finished talking. He glances down at his harp, idly playing a soft chord. 

Deskyl gives him a fond smile, and addresses DZ. Anything else?

    No, ma'am.

All right. - oh, he has an electricity sense; we can tell where you are, now. Low medium range, a hundred feet or so.

    Thank you for telling me, ma'am.

I wonder if you two can talk without me that way, now that I think of it. He can see you sign. Would you be interested in that?

    I think so, ma'am.