He shuts the cell door and Blai is alone except for the mindreader.

He sits on the foam mattress. Wow, what is that even made of, weird. He attempts to put together what he knows about this place. It's full of miracles-of-Azlant (for observing mindreaders, this is his closest understanding of the concept of 'advanced technology', though he knows that Azlant per se was probably not in contact with any particular planet boasting such). Iomedae being an Arodenite probably expected this to improve everything along most axes that matter and he has no particular reason to think it didn't - in particular the fact that there were so many homeless people around means that nobody's running around rounding them up for target practice and sample torture subjects and magical experiments, at least not in great numbers, though it does also mean there are plenty of homeless people in the first place, the way people talk about Andoran having roving packs of street orphans; probably it would be better to have no one be homeless to begin with even though it is insulating against certain possible appearances of ill-treatment to have plenty? They probably did not, at least, use to have twice as many; they were a little skittish but not nearly as jumpy as he'd expect that to have made them. Fiducia Boian would probably have something insightful to say on the subject but alas he has no particular reason to expect he will ever be able to speak to Boian in particular or Abadarans in general ever again. Unless an archmage comes by to grab him. Or unless his being here grants Iomedae an important foothold on this planet which She can exploit in a competition-free field to convert the entire planet to Her cause and he is sent a lantern archon or something to help him figure out how the fuck to do that, because, Iomedae, while he can guess that this could conceivably happen, he's not going to assume it should and does not really think he's competent to execute on it alone so probably it would make the most sense to send the message and the assistance both in one? He's also not planning to summon a lantern archon on his own because that seems like the kind of thing that might be expensive if you want it to do anything other than blast stuff with rays of light. And if that's all you want probably most of the time an elemental will do. What if elementals are actually also expensive, what if Iomedae has to pay Gozreh for them or something. The Commandant's letter mentioned Communes and not anything else, so at a guess a Commune is an order of magnitude more expensive than other fifth circle spells and fifth circle spells are probably as a class more expensive than lover circle ones, but what if the Commandant made a mistake, or he's misremembered the letter which he can't now consult because they took his backpack, or there has been in the last couple of weeks a change to what things are expensive - or longer than the last couple weeks, it wouldn't have to be recent if it would have been hard to communicate to the Church...

The Sectoid runs out of psionic energy, eventually. The other one tries again, but apparently still slips off of some insubstantial, imperfect veil over Blai Artigas's thoughts. Other Sectoids and stronger psionic entities are considered, but the decision is made to leave them away from the major anomaly and possible center of attention of a deity. For now. (In addition, the resistance cells tend to NOTICE when forces are moved around in non-routine ways. Doing so, especially in a hurry, is a risk.)

Lunch is delivered wordlessly through a door slat on a metal tray. Mashed potatoes with off-white gravy, boiled diced vegetables, beans in semi-sweet syrup, and ""salisbury steak"" with a weird texture and more gravy. Plastic cutlery. No drink (but he may have noticed the plastic cup by the sink in the cell).

This food is weird and foreign but edible! And, importantly, it's not Worldwound Stew! He doesn't recognize the tap at all but he did find the cup and is Creating Water into it as needed.

No other stimulus arrives for several hours.

That's fine. He will take a nap.

Red Cape #2 comes to the door to collect the tray and repeat the offer to translate the Acts of Iomedae, eventually.

"So you would like a fresh Share Language for the Taldane?"

"Perhaps, or to negotiate the logistics of the magic-assisted translation. We can easily create a - a reproducible insubstantial copy of the book itself in a way that this language has no simple translation for."

"That seems good, please go right ahead. There are two copies in my backpack."