Accordingly, there's a project he picks back up that he was only tinkering with before his marriage. He'd like to reinvent the fountain that heals familiars, have there be others in strategic locations, so that spellbinders don't need to rush to the capitol to avoid being unmade. Progress on the project's always been slow, there's a reason that it hasn't just been reinvented immediately after the spell charts were lost, but he's got some very good reasons to work on it with a near-obsessive zeal.
One day, to his utter surprise, when he goes to find another portion of the spell-chart to complete, he can't find it. He stares at the chart, stunned. Then he starts checking his work. It takes him a few days to finish the corrections.
Then he's done. He's remade a revolutionary spell chart.
He picks up the huge spell chart, does his best to fold it down to a reasonable travel size, and then heads off to show the nearest spell binder - Iobel.
He finishes that, repeats it again, and then moves on to naming cities in Marlatia.
"Why do you care?" Pause. "About me - in particular."
"Oh, there are several I could distribute quite sincerely, I'm just not sure what you're looking for in particular."
"Why I care if you die? I don't want anyone to die and I don't know if you could be fetched back the way you are now, if you want the generic reason. For the practical - well, when you aren't concussed, you think the country needs you at the helm and I'm inclined to defer to your judgment on that, not that I wouldn't try alone if I had to. And if you want personal reasons that gets back into the compliment-fishing."
"Sucks to be you, stay awake, you can sleep all you want after I've fixed your head, do not go comatose on me, I can't fix that."
"Obviously you want me to stay awake," snorts Edarial. "But everyone seems to want me to do the impossible."
"Everything? I just - I feel so alone and everything is my fault and if I were my - my alt, maybe, if I weren't an idiot that broke myself maybe I'd be functional, but even then I can't turn back time, like your - your fluffy cat seems to want me to do."
"Do you want me to ask him? He'll snort and say he doesn't think that highly of your abilities, but it comes down to the same thing. Time travel's not doable, no one expects it of you."