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He supposes he can do that.

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Oh, right, she's back in the wilderness and stealing glass will be annoying. :Can you make the glass from a bucket of sand? I saw a Glass doing that before, I can get you sand more easily: 

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Yeah, he can do that.

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Jisa has to lighten up on the Projective Empathy a bit in order to focus on finding sand. She puts up a shield-barrier and wards around the elemental and keeps glancing back at it worriedly while she hunts around. 

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Everything is horrible and awful but that is normal, thinks Glass.

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Jisa eventually finds some sand, or at least very sandy soil, which she can try to sift to get just the sand and then carry back in her tunic folded up to make a pouch over her belly, since she doesn't actually have a bucket. 

She sits down beside the Glass. :Here. Can you make this into glass for me, please: 

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He glances over at it. Now it's a lump of glass.

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She picks it up, staring at it in awe for a moment, and then holds it against the stump of one wing. :Can you fix your wings now: 

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He can see around corners, apparently, so he gets a good look at it and it fuses onto the stump and turns into a wing, gradually filling in details. The other is still a stump, he didn't have enough sand for both.

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:I'll get you more sand, just hang in there: Jisa goes sand-hunting again and comes back a few minutes later with her tunic-pouch full of sand. :Here you go: 

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He fixes his other wing. It doesn't hurt any more. Physically.

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:You should get some rest now: Jisa tells Glass. :I promise I'll keep you safe and I won't hurt you or let anyone else hurt you, and I want to help you - get better. I know you might not believe me yet because you've been mistreated a lot and you're traumatized: She gets the second loaf of bread from the city market out of her tunic pocket. :I know you don't need to eat, but if you enjoy eating, you're welcome to have some of this: 

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He thinks he used to enjoy eating but it's been a long time. Chewing sounds like a lot of work right now.

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Jisa sits and eats her bread and tries to actually make herself think about her situation, and why she keeps impulsively doing things half at random. She's - just killed two people? Well, technically the elementals killed them, and at least the first time she didn't have the information to know that would happen, but - that's not really an excuse. Van would have done his homework first. Maybe even Stef would have.

- it's painful to think about and it's only half because she's a killer. She's so lonely. And scared. She misses Treven and Enara desperately and everyone is going to be so angry with her for doing an untested Gate experiment without asking for help and she's been trying to avoid thinking about any of that. Which is stupid. 

Okay. Think. She needs to deal with her feelings, first, and then be less of an idiot. 

Eventually she pulls off a very small piece of bread, from the nice soft part in the middle of the loaf, and offers it to the Glass. 

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Sure, whatever, he'll open his mouth. The bread tastes like bread. One time he claimed to like bread but he was probably lying because everything is horrible.

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Maybe Melody would know what to do to help? Jisa does not. Actually, probably this is a case where Melody would say the patient needed some time to even be ready to do any processing their trauma, and Jisa ought to leave them alone. 

What does she need? 

- well, a way back to Valdemar would be great. She'll get shouted at so much, but also this place is incredibly horrible, and Uncle Van and everyone else will agree on that and maybe they can help. She'll work on the Gate research. 

Also she needs help. Allies. The problem is that elementals are, well, weird aliens, and the entire reason she rescued this one is because they clearly can't look after themselves at all. And she doesn't know if there are literally any humans here who are against slavery. She could wander around reading minds until she finds one? Not very efficient though. 

:If I find another Glass who's free, or I free them: she asks the Glass with her, :will they help look after you until you're doing a bit better?: She has no idea whether to expect a helpful answer, but it seems worth asking anyway. 

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He doesn't have friends any more. Friends are for people who can move around and talk whenever they want.

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:Hey, hey, it's all right, I'll take care of you until things feel less horrible and you can move around and talk again, and then you can make new friends: 

Sigh. That doesn't get her anywhere in terms of finding helpful allies, though. She's still scared to talk to the human locals, but - maybe it's worth trying it again anyway? If she tries with an adult at a more remote farm then she won't be in the middle of a city where they can immediately send a lot of people to chase her. 

:I'm going to pick you up and carry you: she tells Glass, and she does this, and does another scrying-spell high above her head to spot the nearest farm. 

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He's pretty heavy, though the wings don't add much weight, it turns out, he's just an adult man.

There is a farm that way. Looks like mostly lentils and wheat.

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Jisa is a Herald-trainee. She works out a lot. Still, she's pretty tired after carrying the elemental a half-mile. 

:I'm going to leave you here with wards and a shield: she tells Glass. :If I sense anyone coming, I'll come back for you, but no one should be able to find you: And she conceals the elemental in the tall wheat, with the promised wards plus a somewhat sloppy illusion, and keeps walking by herself, feeling ahead for minds. 

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There is a farm family there, mom and dad and grandma and six kids.

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She tries grandma, on the basis that someone elderly is more likely to have heard of weird things. And she illusions her hair to look blonde, as a kind of halfhearted disguise. 

:Hello, can you understand me?: 

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:Go away! I don't want to hear any voices, thank you: replies the grandma.

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:It's just me talking!: Jisa waves. :I have a different kind of magic from your mages here, but I'm a real human. I don't know the language: 

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Grandma narrows her eyes. Calls over her family to have a look at Jisa and confirm that she's there.

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