Gates!!

Elsewhere, in Haven, Julie is bundled up cozy and warm in a soft comfortable bed, and Gemma, in a meld with two trainees, is feeding her a steady stream of Healing-energy and fixing various minor issues. 

And Shavri perches on a stool. She's saving her energy, now that there are other Healers, but Mindspeech isn't that tiring. 

She is attempting, using mental images and some words, to explain to the Proto how human digestive systems work, and therefore how to avoid breaking Julie's. 

:̸̮̖͌̒̈́̍̀̈́͌̀̒͆̀͂͊̕͜͠'̶͙͔̲̤̝̗̳̠̙̳̃͒̃̃̏͋͌̔͑̐͑͘͘͝i̷̳̯̩̯̠̟͔̟͈̠̩̓́̀̑͆̂͝͝n̷̢̧̨̮͔̰̝̜͚̤̋͐͑̏̓͑͜ê̴̙̬̻̙͕͑͒̃͂͛͝f̷̡͙̰̘̟͔̱̟͚̞͍̫͎̰́f̴̨͉̼̤̭̹̙̭̉͋̀͒̆į̴͔̬̼̫͖̤̲͖̪̗͓͆̓̈́̋c̴͍̪̫͓̭͍̜̗̖̻̿͒̇̆͛̔̂͗̚͠i̸͔͈̯̳̰̗̱̊̊̿è̴̢̙̳̗̰̼̱̙͓̟̭̱̟͆̒̂̐̈́n̸͕̽̃͑͑͂̈̀́̄͐̈́͠͠t̷̨̮͉̠̲͎̥̞̯͖̙̰̟̘̏̎͆̿̎͑̈ͅ ̵̙͑͛̈́͋͐̅́̈́í̶̩̙̮̩̥͕͌̎̓̓̀̔m̵̨̡̥̪̺̭̗̈́̎͋̋̓͋͑͘͠p̴̢̹̟̞̫̺̭̟̩̹̪͊̈́̊͌̇̾̇̓͘ȑ̶̗̖̭̖̬̄͗̃̿̔̚͠ợ̴͓͙̻̼͚̯͇̀̐́͋̂̈̀̑̌͂͜͝v̶̧̡͉͖̯̥̠̤̤̼͒͊ȃ̷͓̲͈̤̺̲̙͓̳̀͆̾͂̀͆́ͅͅb̴̨̛̹̯̞͇̦͇͇͚͉͇̈́͗̒̿̂̈́̐͌̀̅͝͝͠͝l̵͔͚͎̖͈̈̀̚͜͝e̶̛͓̻̪̖͚̲͉̦̲̦͓̰̘̼̗͛̏͌̂̃̑̀͂|̶̡̥͚̠̣̤̩̼̠͓̔̓͂͒̉̀̃̊̊͠,̴̢̢̦͖̘̱͓͖̘̼̗̗͎̞̌͜͠

:...You know, that's fair. Er, can you not try to fix it right now, though? If you go fast then you break things because you're missing context: 

And for what feels like the millionth time, she expands her Sight to scan Julie's body as well. How's she doing? 

Better! The Healing energy is clearly doing a lot for the protomolecule but it's not doing nothing for Julie, either; she's a little stronger and better rested, and most of the damage done the last time the protomolecule panicked is undone.

It's growing a lot, though. The Healing is really helping. It has more thoroughly replaced a stretch of the tissue in one of Julie's arms, where it earlier tried to grow a crystal; this doesn't seem to have disrupted blood flow or damaged the nearby tissue or anything, but Julie's arm glows eerily on that spot, now. It's doing the same thing in a few other random places -- on her breast, on her pelvis, on her cheek.

Shavri pushes across a mental image of the crystal from before, then the new replacement tissue. :? What is your plan?:

.̴̛̘̟̋̓̀̐|̵̡͓̜͇̙̬̽͊̆͆̅̋̈́*̸̧̢̳̣̪̩͚̫̣͎̞̏̒̀̃̅̈́̾͘ḿ̸̧͖̘̦̟̹͉͕̑́o̸̢͇̝͓̜͇͛͛͆̓̎̀̈́̿̌̊̀͊̓͜r̸̞͔̤̺͍͙̬͈̫̮̉̇̓́̏̒̃̕͘ͅe̵̳̭͕̻͆̍̑͑̐̆̓̄̿̍ ̸̡̖̲̪͙̠̘̪̼͎̣̪͇̉̐̀͑̈́̄͐̅̄̓̀̚̕͝ŕ̶̢̛͉̫̪̳̩̹͑̊̈͊͆̌̉̑͗̈́͑͘͘͜ȩ̷̲̮̩͉̫̹̤̪̟̔̎̄̀̀̀̄̇̀̄͐̚s̶̯͈̜͚̪̬̪̤̟͎̈́̍͛̓̄̊ȏ̶̧̤̝̪̻̊́͆̏̽̋̑̍͌͛̿̾̊ừ̵̬̥̼̎̿͂̉̅̾́̄͌̔͝ͅr̸̩̣̈́̑̓̅́̅ḉ̷̟͙̟̮̤̤͙̃̂̓̏͗̈͌͒͜͝ė̸̗̜̋̓͆̂̏̐̽͝͝s̸̱̠̥̱͕̹̤̣͍͔͖͂ͅ ̸̛̮̯͓͇̊͒̀̑̈́̆̔̎̊̇͝͝m̴̢̼͉̤̰̝̈̉͛̈̀̿̚ǫ̴͇͓̫̼̩͖̱͍͋̍̀ͅr̷̢͍̥̖̫̿ę̶͚̝̗̯̳̣̈́̋͛͒͑̓́̐͝ ̷̩́̇͂̎̏i̶̯̹̠̟͍͍͒͐̅͋̊͑̊̌̋̕͝n̵̹̦̿̀͌̇̈́̈́̋f̵̢̲̮̤͇̘̫̂̾̒͆́͋͝o̷̺̰̥͔̞͕̞̲̗͍̙̼̻͖͎͐͊̾r̸̢̧͖̣͍͉̤̳̫̳͕͓̙̜̈̍͋̍̑̑͠ḿ̵̝̇̌̂̀̑́́̈̃͊̒̏̐͜ä̵͈̫̩̲́̾̄̈́t̴̼̹̥̳͙̼͍͓͛̋̿̀̔̾̉͑͛͌̓į̶̨̛̝̤͔̠͂͌̐͋̔̊o̷̧̧̡͓̤̥̣͕̩̪͎͍͖̖̳̐͆͋̀̔̊͋̀̀͘̕͘̕n̸̢̢͙̙̻͍̼̞͇̽̏̌̎̓̉͘͜͠ͅ ̵̛̜͂̈́̄͝s̶̡̬̣̜͖̟̱̲͊̽̐͛̐͌̅͊̐̈̄͒m̷̛̻͓͉̺̗͔̳̀́̈́̽̌͐̔͠ă̵̙̥̺̖̪̰͕̔̕ͅr̴̞̭̬̻̯̠̩̻͖͕͋̊̈̾̊͌̕ͅẗ̷̻̱̘̺̩̣̬̖͈̫́̓̚͜͝e̴̡̨̡̛̤̝͚̗͍̦͚̟͇̳͆̂͌͊̾́̉̄̉͋r̴̫͙̱͚̟͓̳̮͚͙̲̘̬̓̽̉ͅ*̴̧͇̖̭̝̞̺̹̭̻͕̆͜.̶̨̡͉͎͔̠͇̻̗͉͔̬̝́̀̅̋̌̏̚͜͝ͅ

Shavri isn't sure if 'more resources' necessarily requires 'from Julie'. 

:Can you - live outside of her and eat, I don't know, sugar?: She pushes across a mental image of a crystal sort of wriggling out through the spot in her arm where it previously broke through the skin. 

.̴̛͍̥̼̀.̵̧̨̞̮̟̘͔̳̳̲̻̪̰̠͈̟́̋̄͌̑̐̉̿̈́̏́͆͛̾̃̉̑̆͋͊́͘̚͝͝t̴͚̜̯͓̜̹̞̘̠͌͊̓͝ͅẉ̷̟̬̤̮͎̯̙̝̊̓̒̐̉o̶̧̨̧̢̳͚͓̯̦̰̻̠̘͖͍̝͎͕͍̖͍̝̘͍̓̈́̒̎́͋͂́̅͗̈́͋̆̍͆̚ͅ ̸̡͖͎͙͖̻̞͖̰̖̥̯̩͔̭̜̗̝͉̮̭̟͈͋̂̽̋͗́͗̍̂̊̐͑̊́̐̀̐̌͆̚̚͠ͅç̷̨̘̪̣̬̞͍͙̣͈̘̻̰͈̮͈͕̏̎͛̏͑̉́͂̅͝ȏ̶̧̨̨̯̝͇̻͙̙̫͕̰͓̗̜̗̲͓͚̗̙̫̲̮̐̅̌̎ͅn̶̨̡̨͚͎̹̯̻̫͙̻̝̺̘͙̭̦͍̪͈͚̝̗̙̞͉̙̖̊͗̐͋̔͊̽́̃͊̆̎̇́̐͌̊̉͒̕͜ç̸̲̜̖̥͎̪̹̪̰̘̰̩͕̭̟͚̲͖͔͙̟̩͎͇̠̗̓̄̎̏̉͆͆̄̃̏́̔̐͊́̚͝ȇ̴̢̨̛̟̗̤̙͙̰̥̻̻͕̬̠͍̭̥̜̫̪̼̥̖̮̫̫̽͋̋̌̀̽̈̒̽͂̀̄̇̄̓́̿͒̈́͆̚͘̚͜p̷̛̜̻̆͋͆͑̃͐̀̅͋͑̈̍́̓́̋̈́̇̌̋̾̅̾̃̚͘͝͠͝t̵̳̮̰͎͍̩̹̞̭̫̹̞̝̻͍͈̻̭̟̆̓͂̇̿̽̓̈́̈̌̈́̏͐̊̾̿̈́͗̀̿̓̚̚͜ͅͅs̵̢͙͉̯̼͖͉̲̯͎̪̼͕͎͓̟̼̖̹̹͎͖̬̳̭͈̈͌͐͆͐̚͜.̸͇̫͐͋ ̷̢̳̲͎̮̰̞͇̭̝̯̦̙͓̼̪͑̍̀͒͂̈́͛͌͂̋̒̔̅͋̕ĺ̶̢̖̫̫̠̼̱̙͇͛̆͝ì̶̧̢̡̧̢̬̣̞͉̫͚̽̈́͛̄̉̽̆͘̕͝v̸̧̜̮͚̮̮̗̘̣̺̭͆ȩ̸̢̢͎̠̟̜̞̳̹̠͕̥̞̙͍̖̇͘ ̸̭̎͒̀͆͑̅̑̎͑̓̎̒̐͂̅͆̃̈́͘̕͠͝o̷̧̢̜̹̳̙̼̠̰̗̞͉̫͚̭͈̲̍̎́̑̈̈͐͌̌̀̿͐̀̅̇̈́̃͋͝͝͝͝͠ứ̶̢̘͎̱̫̘̩̫͖̣͎̞̥͙̪͑͂̐͑̊̇͑͒̈́̃̿͠t̷̖̥̦̪̩̓͛̀̋͠ś̵̙͙͖̼̝̪̳͇̱͚͍̟̱̼̜͎̟̰̯̐͗͋̋̈̊̎̃̌̀̍̃̀̓̇͘̕̚į̴̹̝̬́͊͗͗̎͛́̀̇̀͝͝d̴̢̢̛̗͉̹͙͚̟͔͓̗̬͎̞̖͔̺̞͋̀̏͊͊́̐̇͐͠͝͝e̶̹͖̞̳̭͎̳̝̦͎͎̾̐̀̅̓̐͆̍̽̇̎̀̈́ ̸̨̨̡̛͚̭͉̟̖̮͉̩͖͔̼͍̲͂̀̋̅̏̆̍̾́̒̑͆̇̒̈́͝͠o̸̢̧̼̣̰̘͙̘̻̹̭͍̠̼̪͉̝̔͌̈̓̍͗̄̎̍̃̑̂́̓̌̚͘͘ͅͅf̶̧̧͓̥̜̘͚̯̘̼͎̫͍̠̯̻̳̙̫̝͉̼͎̘͈͙̾̀́̉͋̉̆͗͘͜͠ ̷̧̖̞̖̮̗̜͎͇̗̮̩̮͍̯͗̀̔̍̇͊̔͊͗͒̄͜͜͠ͅh̴̡̧͚̣̙͔̖̹̖̩̽̍̅̌̿̉͋̀̍̏̔͂̿̾̇̈́̈́̈́͜͠ͅe̴̢̡̡̛̝̬̺̬̰̰̻̱̣̱̫͎̦̮̩̳̮͖̩͈͖͖͈̗̻̯̪̋͑̈́̆̌͂̃͋̈́̉̀̄̏̽̽̓́̈́̍͘͝͝r̷̡̡̢̢̯͖͈̥͈͍̦͇͎̰̜̼̜̩̞̩͉̜̘͇̼̯͂͂́͂̓̎̀͂̆͝.̸̨̧̛͎̻͔̱̹̳̳̥̰̭̺̩̺̦͈̳̻̖̘̲̰͕͈̭̗̱̏́̀̾͗̓̀̾̃͗̿̒͆̅̐̆̏͘̕̚̕͜͜͝͠͝͠ ̷̢̧̞̜̫̭̼̰͚̗̣̘͒̎͌̔̓̃́̀͌͑̍̀̓̈́̈́́̄͗̑̅̏̈͊̃̎̕͝͝c̸̤̘͍̩̻͉̻͉̮̺̣͙̣̻̰͈͎̲͕͎̑͑̔̂͆̿̇̊̓̍̓͆̀̒́̓̎͂̂͛̄̀̑͊͌̚͝͝͠͝ơ̴̢̢̝̰̙͇̟̤̪̹̙̬͇̣̣̗̪̠̰̣̪͚̭̳͖̱͐̇́͌͐̓́̑̈́̚͘͜n̶̡̧̪̯̱̥͙̮̪̤̯͇̜͉̥̦̥͙̖̑͌̋̉̆̍̃̃͊̍̄͘̚͠f̸̢̘͕͇̖̪̼̹͇͎͖͕̙̜̩̘̠̘̙̺̘͑̈͑̈́̇̀̉͘͜ͅu̸͖͖̼̲̐̄̓̅̐̅̾̚͠͠ͅs̵̡̢̠͉̲̞̭̖̰̣̫̼̝̏̈́́̾̈͑̈́͐̏̅̉̐̈̾͐͑̃̑͐̀̒͗͘͜͝͝ͅè̸̡̧̟̻̜̫͈̞̲̫̞͇̼͔̜̙̩͙̝̲̮̪͍̩̺̟͙̑̌̃͊ͅd̴̛̛̥͉̤̣̰̖̘͍̰̜͕̝̰͎̮͚̞̏͂͊̉̐̕͘̚͝ ̷̨̨̙͚̙͉̗̙̰̤͔̻̫̦̣̫̭̊̊̏̌͑̕͜͝ͅͅ'̶̛͍͔̺͉̈̎͂͑̀͂̋͒͊̍͊͒́̈̐̔̄̉̅͊̋̄͆̋͘h̷̢̢̘̬̝̲̯͙͓͖͕̖̤̦͚͉̲̖̣͂͊̾̑̓́͑̇̊̔̏̌̅̾̂͛̃̀̾̓̊̊͐̎̚̕͝͝e̷̢̧̢̡̛̲͚̫͎̺̻̹̗̜͖̦̥͔̜̥̬̮͒̾̓͒̏̉͛̎́̇̎̇̋́̑̀̚̕͜͠͝ṛ̴̨̩͉̞̏̀͂͗̽̍̾̕'̷̧̢̢̰̱̗̹̥̲͖̼̫̲͙̩͕͔́̃̉́́̈̍̾̀̊̈́̕̕̕̕͘̕̚͜͝͠ͅ.̷̲̤̲̹̞̥̱͚͔̌́̐̓̈́̓́̅̈́̅͛̐̉ ̶̨̨͔̞̞͇̲̪̮͈͍̲̜̥̦̬̹͓̤̪̖̣̳͍̱̓̀͒̀̓͑͊͌͗̉̍̏͐̽̈́̑̋̚̕͘͝͝l̸͕̬̝͓̮̃̾̔͒̎͆̑̆̀̚͘̚ỉ̸̬̗̳͖̪̮͍̰̼̑̔͂̌̔̽̈́̈́̎̇̽̍̆͗̾̈̑̽̊͒́̽̕v̴͙͎͕̯̙̲͔̻̞͖̥̱͈̳̖̑̔̃̊̏̉̐͗̓̋̽̿̕̚͜ͅͅe̷͓̞̭͓̱̫͖̓̍̋̽̍́ͅ ̸̗̹̻͆͂̆̉͠a̵̧̧̛̦̺͈͕̖̼̹͓̰̜͇̟̥̮͎̭̮͉̐̔͊̒̌͛̐̋̎̌̈̃̃̇̀̑́̋̐͗͂̕͘͜n̵̡̡̮̖̼̝̩͌̀̽͂̈̾̔̆́̀͘͘͜͜͝ỷ̶̛͔͎͉̣̪͓͔͉͙̟̦̦̖͙̪̣͙͍͓̒̔̅͗͊̊̏̒͑͒́̐̽̓̈͑̅̇̈́̇͊͘̕̚̕͜͝͝ͅw̶̢̱͍̻̜̮̼̞̱̯̱̯̗̦͓̪͚̘̰̯̝̖͊̂͆̊̐͌̿̉̾̑͆̌̅͗̊͑̈́̑̂̈́̀̈́͝h̸̨̤̝̻̰̙̤͙̩̥̳̱̺̕͜e̵̛̛̦̩̼͍͓͚̳̹̻͛̈͋̕͝r̶̛̫̝͚̗͂̃͐̀͛̓͛̊̐̾̇̅͋̿̈́͗̒̊́̿́͑͌̌̌͌̚͝é̴̛̛͍͇̱̘̦̞̫̘͔̩̀̍̂͋̈́̿̈́͆̈́̐̄͑̋̇̂́̾̍͑̊͘͘̕͠ ̷͉̀͒̈́͗͆͘ṫ̷̡̟̣̺͇̘̠͇̥̘̹̤̲̜̣̪̠̹̹̩͖̳̺̰̪̪̱́̃͗̔̀̈̃͌̉̇̎͜ͅh̵̨͖̬͖̭̦̲͛̏̃́͌͊̀͆͑̅͑́̓̈̇̔́̇̏̄̊̿̓̔̕̕̕͘͜͝͝i̸̡̡̢̻͍͙̠̳̝͙͙̥͕͈̦̥͍̳͛n̵̳̰̻͆̋́͛͆̀̔̐̎͝g̶̡̣̲͚̰̻̠̩͍͖̣̘̮̃͌̍͐̃͑̀̏͂̔̈́͒̔̓̕̚͝ͅs̸̡̬͙̙͉̰̠͉̳̰͉̫̗̜̀̒̉͐̂̏̿̄͂͋͐́̈̒͌̄̓̊̃̚̕͝ ̴̡̡̛̯͈̟̟͈͉̣̞̬̬̜̹̃̈́̊̽̈̿̈́͂͒̔̕ͅr̸͕̲̱̠̘͎̥̼͈̲͓̅͗̍́̀̏̈́̄̓̎̆͛͂̆̍̊̀̍̂̒̎̒̔̕͝e̶̛͙̭̮͖͓̫̳͚͓̭̥͔̺̮̯̰͖͚̞͂̀̋͂͒̍̍́̂͑̎̓͗͜͠͠ͅͅp̷̡̧̢̨̺̙͎̲͉̟̣̭̬͕̥͇̑ͅl̶̨̧͔̝̗̼̳̖̦͉͙̤̳̱͖̬̥̗̥̥̥̥̺̞̘̈̒̇́͂̈́͆́͗̅̆̉͑͂͘͜͜ȋ̷̡̧̫̫̮͍͓̲͉̥̯͍͖̤̖̭͚̪͎̣̪͓̯̲͎̮͉͚̲͍̽̆͐̀̉̀̅̃͑̅͆͊̚͠͠c̸̬̣̰͓͇̪͇̲̝͓̥̲̪̠̰̗̦̮̲̍̀̿̿̈́͆̃̍̄̿̇̓̍̄͆̈ả̸̛̗̥̼̬̫̥̠̘̥͉̫̘̮̞̝̱͚̹̞͎͕̳̬͙̹̳͊͂̋̂̒͛͂̄́͐̎̎͗̔̅̄̈̈́͛̕͘͜͝͝t̷͈́ẽ̵̡̧̢̛̩̘̭̻̗̙̜̬̲͖̳͎͈̠͉͙̬͔̗͉̽̅̃̽͊̈́̈͂̀͑̎̎̌̍̑̓͂͜͝ͅͅ,̵̢͍̩̩͇͙̀̌͋̕͘ ̸̢̻͙̖͓͕̱̫͖̼̉̀͂̆̌͒́̍̊͌͋̃̔͋͊͋̒̊̋̂͐̌͝͝g̷̢̡͉̝͇̘̣̰̺͖͔̥̠̭͍̗̗̱̅͑͗͊̉̅͊̀́͜͠r̸̘͍͙̠̫͑͂͗͂̇̓̃̽͋͘͜͝o̵̧̨͎͎͚͎͔̙̜̊̌̉͐͂͛̀̓͆̊̈́̓̐̂̐̐̒͐̈́͜͝w̷̧̻̘̥̥̝̱̹̱͑̏̏̑̋ ̸̨̛̛͉͉̤͍̂̊̎̎́͌̿́͗͌͆̎̀͐̂̍̏͑̉̓͘̕͜͝͝͝ͅͅą̷̘̠̹̟̥̘̎́̔̇̇́̊̎̍̿͑͑́̈́̆͂͌̀̉̊̌͑̈́̓̕̚̕͜͝͠ṅ̴̡̢̡̛̗̠̪̲̬̠͈̙̝͇̝̬̺̠͙̟̀͛͒̄̔̓͐͛̎͐͒̌̓͒̔͜͠ͅỵ̶̨̧̨͍̙͉̝̻̠̦͕̱̱͖̬̮͍̖́̒̇̇͊̑̓̿̓̂̈̆̊͒̎̂̒̈́̇̇̊̓̒̌͛̐͐͝͝ͅͅẁ̶̨̡̢̧̭͔̺̜͔̼̤̣̘̯̝̗̖͇͍͕̣̘̒͛͆͐̂̽͒̐͆̾͜͜h̷͔̺̹̺̱̊͋͊͛̈́̽̂̇̊͛͊͗̌͊̐͐̽̌͌̉̈́̓̃̉͛̈́͜͠͠e̵̡̢̧̮͔̝̭͔̮̹̗͎̫̝̙̥̲͕̺̪͗̒́̋́̿̒͋̇̀̕͠͝ṙ̶̨̨̢̛̯̰͇̥͉̤̝̙̙̬͉̺̫̐̅̿̽́̅́̄̐̓̓̏̅͑̀̎̓͒̾̾̋̔͛̂̕̚͝͝ẻ̴͎̟͙̩͙̗̝̲̀̆͆͐̅́̇́̈́͑̈́͑̊̿̐̑̉͊͐̽͊̅̕̕ ̴̡̢̡̧̭͙̺̮̥̠̳͙̻̳̫̱͖̖̩͇͇̂͛̑̾̔̈́̓̈́̀̚͜͠͠t̸̡͕̙̫̭̦͔͈͖̤̖̼̰̩̠̝͇͗̊ͅḩ̶̨̤͔̗̤̳̟̹͎̬̬͕̠̺̭͍̰̺̱̦̄́͗̂̌̈͛͗͂͋̎͊̋̀̽͝͠ę̵̨̧̠͇̪̖̮̱̭̘̻̫͍̖̮̦̲̻̣́̾͂̅̆͂̔͂̾̉̂͊̎̏̽̂͆́̆̕̕͜r̸̛̞̣͕͚͎͎̱͎̯̯̊̉̋͆͛́̎̀̕ȩ̶͖̖͕̝̟̝̮͎́͌̍͌̀͂̋̈͋̈́̆̈́̋̆̕͜'̶̗̠̯̘̹̺̖͚̘̞͓̎̑̑̾̎̋̃̔̅̅́̔͘͘̕͝͝ͅs̴̢̧̗̜͇̖̪̝̯̥̖̜̻̹̀͑͆̍͐̆̀̂̅̀͂͜ͅ ̸̛̛̱̮̩̌̆̓̀̑̒̐̈́̑̒̄̐̂͗̈̄̔̿͋̆̌̋́̚͝ŗ̸̢̭̝̝̻̺̮̼̘̻̠̇͐̍̆͛̄̅̌͒̇̈́̏̃̀͒̽͒̂̈̀̿̒͛͘͘͘͘͝e̴̝̲̲̝̳̩̦̻̤̙̯̗̫̫̖̒̀̐̊̇́̇̎̏̿̉͘͠ͅͅs̶͎̘͎̱͂̐͠ȏ̴̡̖̲͔͍͙͉̬̫͎̜̞̫̰̝̳͍̥̱͕̻̪̦̙͘ͅͅu̶̧̜̣͉̭̬̲͎͕͖̭̞̯̾̅̀̈́̉̎̎̑̈́̊͋̌̃̋̆̄͂̌̀̏̎̔͝͝ͅŗ̴̹͖̘̙͆̆͗͑ͅç̷̝͖̟͚̺̱̼͇̺̹̮͈̻̙̯͓̬̪̂̓͛̓̊́̽͊̈́̓̊͋͑̕͜ȩ̸̦͔̥̮̰̳̗̰̂͒̓͛̇́̀̄̉̈͌͌̕̚͝ͅs̵̯̠̐̐̈́̃̅̎̀͗̐͂͑̅̋͛̎̕͜͜͝͝.̷̨̛̖̞̼͙͇̦̠̻̱̬̩̹͇̗̟̯̭͙̙̮̅̄͆͋́̿̈̋̃̀̅̐̅̆̈́͝ͅ

̴̧͙̝̘̘̲̦͍̙̰̖͈̗̈͑͑̇̌̆̒̃͊̃̅̓̉̏͊̑̐́̈́̇̕͘̚s̵̡̬̯͖̠͓̞͎̜̔̃̀̏̑̒̊̄͊̊̄͂̀͂̌̒͌́͌̚͘͠ę̸̢̪̗̝̙̜̩̘̜͉͔̰̪̲͓̩̍̄͗c̵̛̫̔̓̾͛̅̒́́̿́̈̈́̊̄͗̋̊͘̚o̸̢̢̡̧̘̙̳͚̝͍̳̟̱̝̗͎͓̟͔̩̻̲̖̤̜̹̞̅͗̋̾̃̈́n̸̡̡̧̨̢͎̲̲̬̮̦̪̱̳̜̯͇͎̲̪͈̺̩̙̻̎́̂̈́͜d̷̛̛͖̩̮̲̤̜̘̰̒̇̍̀́̊̊̌͛̉͘̕̚͜ ̷̛͇̲̱̩̯̯͍̹̻̝̲̖͔͓͎͉͓͉̩̯̗͉͚͕̜͂̊͌̄̀͛̓̽̓͗͋͒̃̽̅̽͊̽͘̚͜͝c̷̛͈̦̭͌̑̓͑̔́̀͒͑̎́̒͆̂̉̚̕͝ö̴͇̝͍́͆͛̐̌̂͐̑͌͠n̷̡̨̺̝͚̳̹͓͉̼̫̠͕͉̖̲̺͔̜͍̗͍̰͛͜c̴̣̪̗̱̲̺̫̫̱̻̼̬̰͆̓͜ͅē̵̛͔̯̲̬̥̜̳͉̣̺͇̾̅̽̈́͐̌̌̏͊̉̑̓͗̉͆͐̋̈́̀̈̕͘͜p̸̡̨̩̱̖̩͕͈̟̺̼͈͔̱̫̻̮̩̳̾̓̐͂̐̉̍̕͜ţ̶͍̣̲̞̜̦͈̥͈̘̠̠̞͇͔̭̳̲̩̰̘̠̃̽̿̌̐̒̆̐́̀̏̎́̉̈́̍̐̃̄̈́̐̃̐̕͜͝͝.̵̡̢̡͉͎̱̯̩͖̖̜̱̼̼̝̗̲̲̺̙̖͉̯̱̫͙̪̪̭̬̓͐̈̑̅͂̒͆͒̃̀̏̾̿̆̂̾̀͝ ̴͚͖̣͓͉͔͇̳̹͖̹͚̹͈̝̗̀͊͋̽̋̎̑̓̈̑̍͗͝ș̵̡̧̡̥̲̲̙̠͇̝̺̻͈̭͍͈̹̜̹̣͔͙̬̬̮̤͙̐ͅͅų̵̯̣̝͖̗͔̘̭̫̙͙̮̩̭̲̗̻̘̈́͑̓̈̂̇̍̋̒͋̀̈̒͂͌̋̈͜͝ͅg̸͈̎́͝ă̴̪̜̐̓́̀̑͒̀̃̌̒̏̿̓̃͊͝ȑ̵̛̛̼͙̳̝̟͔͔̈́͑͛̓́͌̋͐̅͂̽̓̈́͂͐̚̕.̶͙͉͕̞͈̼̣͈̘̓̅̒̉̈́̀̐̑͜͝ ̵̥̤̖͓͖͚̫̣̲̄͌̓̎́͛̐̇̀͜͝ͅŗ̴̡̞͖̝̩̳̯̺̬͎̖͓̤͍̙̰͇̀͐̓̓͋̓́̚̕͜͜ͅe̵̪̊͆͆̿̅̎͊̈̀̅̅̎͘͠͠š̶̨̡̧̢̛͓͚͕̰̠̹̟͍͔͙̭̖̖̞̠͎̐̂̋͋̑̇͛̆̃̌̽͂͆̆͒̈́͗̾̂̚͘̕͝͠ͅͅo̴͍͓͙̟̬̞̦̜̘̗̣̝̘̠̯̗̗̽͜ͅứ̵̧̛̛̥̭̖̦̞̩̱̘͙̭̪͉̝͓͚̺̦̪͚̀͛͆̚͜͝ṛ̵̢͈͇͇̳͉̻̥͕̟̞̮̙͔͓̜̪͎̤͉̯̖̓̈́̈́̈̆̓̈́͆͌̏̍̾͆̓́̌͂̚͘͘͜͜͝͝͠ͅċ̷̣̜̟̀̎͂͛̔̀̄͊͠͝ȇ̶̛̛̩͇̞̬͎̥̺͈̲͔̲̩̙̠̹̟͊̂̐̓͋̏͋̈́̃͐̋̀̿̔̈̔͒̇͆̈́̿̚͝͝ͅ?̵̧̢̺̟̙͓̳̞̤̙̜̠̳̱̠̦̤̤̦̙̫̭̤͖̜̹̟̈́̋̆̅́̀̌͊̔͐͒̀̓̀͌̚͘͜͝͠͠ ̷̢̢̰͍͙̯͎̼̲̻̟͙̞͔̮̟̖̖̥̗͎͉͔̤̗͈̓͗̓̒̒͊̿͊̑̽̈́͐̓͛̏̒͆͜ͅs̸̡͎̳͎̰͚͉̪̟̞̙̩͙̼̅͒̈̔͐̾̓͌̕u̸̡̜̪͙̮̗̦̘͎̟̥̬̤̳͓͙̹̯͐̚͜g̶̨̡̨̧̼̩̭͍͖͙̦̥̜̮͕̉͊̑̃͑̄͌͑̿́̔͐̑̀̿͌̅̄̈́̽̿̓̚̕͘͜͝͠͠a̵̡̡̢̹̻͕̼͓͎̟̜̩̦͔̟͙̠̲̦̪̪̦̜̻͈̋̅̒̎̄̓͒͂͑̈́̌̽̌̋̍͘ͅͅr̸̨̧̡̗̯̺̝͇̫̩̹͖̙͉̦̉̂͊͌̂͒̈͌̽̈́̋͜͠ͅ ̴̨̢̢̺̥̖̝͚͉̮͙͈̲͚͇̖̺̹̼̼̫̮͗̍́̓̿̃͌̐̆̇̃͒̿̏͑͛̄̉̏̍̽̚͘͘͝ͅṋ̷̢̛̭̫̮̱̻͖̱̣̙̲̞̐̃͆̀̄́͌̐̄͆̽͌͒̽̍̆͑͘͜͠͝o̴̢̨̧͚͍̤̤̹̦̘̹͇̠̣̹̹̫̗͉̺͖̠̎̃̏̊͊́̃͒̔͛͊͒̄̀͒̃̐̿̃̀̚̕̕͠ẗ̸̢̛͎̠̮͎̣͉͓̤̩̝̥͚́̒̍̈́͒̌̌͌̈̉̈̂̄̀̏̊͂͌̏͆͝͠ͅ ̶̨̭̞̟̮̠̩͚̫͉̣̞͔̪̭͔̪̲̃͂̽͘̚͜ͅr̵̢̡͎̖̤̹̻̫̝̟̦͈̹̟͍̩̞̬̮̫̝͍̳̟̙͊̉̐̈́̌͑͆ͅe̸̫̓̐s̷̨̢̢͍̮̜͇͙͍̦̝͔̦̯̟̹̦̙͍̲̫̩̞̬̲̃̄̃͛̂̋̿̀͛̅͌̓͋͠ͅͅơ̴̧̡̲̘͚͉̙͖̬͉̘̹̻̜̪̟̺͍̅̐̉̑̆̆̋͑͆̏̾̋͒̉́͌̽̚̕͘͝ͅư̵̢̡̡̢̗̲̤̠̝̹͍̻̻̠̻̮̳͎̝͕̫͍̙̗͇̈̅̒͌́͛̌̍́̃͆̈́̋̈̎͘̕͝ṟ̴̭̳̯̠̱̘̽̀͘ͅç̵̨̹̜̳̰̲̲̜̦̗̣͍̹̝͉̙̼̻̭͌̅͑̿̈́́́̅͂̊̅̃̌̕e̴̢̨̧̻̖̟͚͕͚̙͖̣̞͇̬̹̪̤͇͖̍̋̂̎́̈́̓̑͋̀̐͒̍̀̍̚͜͠.̴̡̥̱̞̮͓͔͎͖̤̿͑͌͆̀̉̃̔́̈́̾͊̒̾͐̿̌͒͐̓͐̚͘͜.̷̧̡̨̛͍̣̲̟̝͇̞̫̣̳̪̮̩͊̀̊̈̔̆͂͋̐͐͒̏̍͝͝

....Wow. 

:Humans, er, don't just...keep growing bigger if there's more to eat. This is her: A mental image of Julie. :She's an adult so this is as big as she'll get. And she would be less sick if you could live somewhere else: 

Mental image of the Proto separating itself from Julie, growing its own body - she finds herself imagining it humanoid even though why would it be. 

:And - sugar is a resource for humans? Maybe not for you, maybe you eat different things. But you seemed to be eating it before: Mental image of the cider and Julie drinking it and her stomach where the Proto was liking it. 

.̵̫̮̲̞͊̈́̄̈́̓̔̈́͋̅̂̂͠*̷̧̨͎͇̬͎͓̯͕͕̗̘͔̽͌̀̂́͝n̸̡̦͎̪̭͎͔͍̰̫̾̈́̂͊ō̴͙̦͚̬̾̆̇̅̚͘t̷̝͇͓̤͚͇̹̩̒͐͒̀̇̈̀ ̷̡̓̑̌t̸̲͇̣̪̼̲̔̃ḩ̴̖̜͉̃̎͛̀̔̇̍͂̓̔ě̴̩̥͍̣͓̞̏͆̇̅͒͘ ̷̛̛͓̖̙͚̊͛̈́͌̐͑͒̾̋̇̚ͅc̵̣̟͕̘̥̫̭̳̝̩͍̠̹̅̄̓͋̑͌̕̚ȯ̴̜̫̘͐̍́̔́̌́̀͘ṉ̶̢͊͌͊̍̆̓͝f̶̧̢̨̱͕̱̲̘̝͇̭̱̟̰͑̍́͌͜͝ư̷̛͍͔̻͚̠͈̼̗͍͎͌̿̄͗͋̓̇̔̈́̐́̅̏ͅͅs̷̡̡̟͕̯͇͍̱̝͎̪̮͎͈͚̏́͂̔̍͂̽͐̚i̷̹͔̘͓̎̔̍͜ơ̶̡̫̦̍͐̒̎̌̏͛́̀͠͝͠ņ̸̙̘̮̋̇̂̅́͗͜ͅ.̸̡̡̢̣̣͎̞͎̱̉̔̆̑̏̈̕̚͝*̴̧͂̋͆̽̿̉̐

:I'm sorry. I don't think I understand what you're confused about, then: 

She yawns. :I need to go: Her breasts are hurting again. 

The protomolecule munches away contentedly at Julie's tissues.

A while later, Gemma wakes Julie with a gentle pat on her shoulder. :Hey there. I need to bother you to drink some broth again: 

Julie feels weird. Kind of the way being on good stimulants is weird; you're energized and alert and know on some level it's hollow, that there's nothing underneath it -

Yeah. Okay. Thank you.

The trainees help prop her up. Broth is spooned into her. They're very experienced at doing this without requiring her to exert almost any effort. 

:How are you feeling?: Gemma checks. :Are you with it enough for me to give you some updates on your condition?: 

- think so. Yeah.

:Right. I - don't really know if this is good or bad news, but -: 

And she gives a brief summary of what the Proto is doing, according to her Sight. 

:We don't know why. We...don't really have the option of stopping it, not without killing you in the process. But - right now it's not killing you, at least: 

I don't think our scientists had any luck with - that. Maybe the telepathy helps though?

:- And Shavri thinking of it. I - wouldn't ever have considered trying that, honestly: Shiver. :It gives me the willies. But I guess, if we can save your life...: 

That'd - yeah. Thank you.

:You're welcome. Once you finish that broth, feel free to sleep some more: 

She goes back to feeding Julie Healing-energy. 

Leareth rests on a mattress on the floor in an underground stone bunker. He doesn't actually feel sick at all, at first, but the Healer insists he lie down anyway. 

He thinks, and plans. While he still can, is the thought in the back of his mind. This is so clearly enemy action - and he has a growing suspicion that, indeed, it was steered by the gods of his own world, and that They have no idea what They've gotten into. 

According to the Healer, the foreign life-force already growing in his blood seems purposeful. As though it possesses some minimal sort of animal intelligence. Not like any disease they've ever seen. 

Not paranoid enough. 

He's still waiting on word from the spies in Haven, on whether the foreigner - or her Healer - are still alive. 

There is so much energy here! It is delicious and invigorating!

A couple of candlemarks slide past while they wait for updates, and then for confirmation of plans with his various agents. 

Leareth asks the Healer for updates on what’s showing up to Sight every five minutes, and is perhaps more distracted than is totally strategic by constantly checking whether he feels ill at all.