"I'm... Quite glad no one managed to touch Path," says Adarin, after another stretch of silence.
"We could probably do a fair amount with just the portal, without having to make personal trips, if that's what you want to do. Someone will be up for the hazards."
"I don't know," he says, a little miserably. "I don't know what to do."
The word he is looking for right now is 'broken.'
So they'd sit there in silence, for a little while, until he finally says, "I think I need to get some sleep. It's... Been a very long day."
He gets up, and heads to it. He curls up with Vern and eventually sleeps.
Isabella fixes some food that will keep, leaves a dish of it outside his door, and goes to hammock.
Adarin comes out of the guest room very late, when he's hungry enough that he can't keep staying inside, anymore. He smiles, just a little, when he sees the food.
Isabella's sort of tempted to go out for another fly, but she doesn't. She lurks around the house. She adds to and subtracts from her list of alethiometer questions. She makes phone calls trying to find out how to buy parking garages in major cities to stash portal-ends in.
She's in the room with the couch, on said couch. Path is out flying as a concession to their restlessness.
Sitting down next to her, Adarin says in the same quiet tone he's kept so far, "You never did answer my question."
"Only in the loose sense that I feel responsible for everything that has ever happened since I was roughly six because if I were more effective and knowledgeable and faster I would have been able to get more of it fixed."
Then he hugs her.
Vern finishes his sentence for him. "We've talked about it, and in order to have avoided it we would have had to never let our guard down. Ever. And we don't think we want to live like that."