Something Has to Be Left to God | Glowfic Constellation

"Not that I know of," Merra says. "Kiril might want a report. But that can wait."

She pauses, then adds, with the careful neutrality of someone delivering information they think is relevant: "Piral usually has a quiet hour before midday, if she wants to talk to him about the marsh."

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It is sounding like she should meet with him at some point. The siren song of the bed is strong, but the foraging expedition wasn't too strenuous. She doesn't want to wait around for him to be free, but that may be a solvable problem: "Do you know what he's doing now, ma'am?"

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"Infirmary," Merra says. "He's usually there in the mornings. Should be free unless someone's hurt."

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"She'll go now, then," DZ relays, and hurries to catch up with Deskyl.

The infirmary is small and smells of herbs and something astringent underneath. Piral looks up from a cabinet he's reorganizing when they appear in the doorway — takes in Deskyl, takes in DZ, and puts down what he's holding with the deliberate calm of someone deciding to be calm.

"Good morning," he says.

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"Good morning, sir. Master Merra suggested that you'd want to hear about the results of Master Deskyl's foraging expedition this morning, and Master Deskyl also thought you might have some questions for her about her Force powers and their implications for your combat situation here."

"Yes," he says, and means it on both counts. He pulls a stool out from under the cabinet and offers it — to Deskyl, specifically, a small deliberate courtesy — before leaning against the counter himself.

"The foraging first, if that's alright. Then the other."

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Deskyl sits; she's not at that much more risk of falling asleep that way, and refusing the offer would cause problems. "Yes sir. One moment, please."

"Overall, Master Deskyl doesn't expect to be able to provide enough food for everyone to be comfortable, but she does expect to be able to meet everyone's minimum needs, including to support healing as needed, mostly in the form of fish, with mushrooms serving some of the role of green plants - the ones she saw have enough of the necessary component to do so."

Piral exhales — not dramatically, just a small release of something he's been holding. "That's — good. That's better than I expected." He looks at Deskyl directly. "The greens especially. I've been watching for deficiency symptoms."

A pause. "How confident is she in that assessment?"

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"She's confident in it, sir. Her sensory powers allow her to see things, especially living things like fish and plants, at a considerable distance and past obstacles; she's reporting on what she's already seen."

He nods slowly, filing this. "And the combat situation. She's willing to talk about that?"

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"She's still learning about the situation but she's willing and able to answer at least some questions, yes sir."

He thinks for a moment, organizing. "The waves — does she understand what's causing them? Not expecting a full answer, just — she was watching last night, I heard. Whether she has any sense of what's behind it."