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.
Edarial gently repositions her so that they're both the most comfortable, then smiles faintly.
He's asleep soon after, leaning on Iobel, as well.
Eventually the operator of the canal boat wakes them up; they're in Emavan.
"Mmm," mumbles Iobel, yawning and finding herself kind of pinned.
He blinks blearily at everyone present. Then he looks at Iobel. "S'ry," he mumbles.
"'S okay," she says, rubbing her eyes and sitting up and stretching. "Okay. Stuff. To do."
Iobel puts Cricket on her shoulder; he's conscious enough to balance there but not to walk. She offers Edarial her hand.
It's probable that he might actually need to be led, actually.
"I'll call Isabella?" she asks, to confirm the plan.
He kind of wants to find a bed and flop onto it.
"Cute," he says, in lieu of anything more intelligent.
"Thank you," says Path, dryly. "Isabella and Adarin are both out plaguing the multiverse with utopias, but me and Vern are home. Is it about something a couple of birds can help with?"
"Well, now that you mention it I'm kind of curious to have a look at Vern, too, but what we actually need to do is talk to Zeviana, because her alt may do something extremely harmful and stupid if he knows a thing we can't remember if he knows."
"We can get her," declares a pretty white bird who pokes her head into view. "I think we've got a mirror to her somewhere here - hello!"
Preen. Preen preen.
"He's cute but I knew he was an owl and I know what owls look like - I didn't know what kagus look like. So you can call Zeviana and tell her we might need her to visit in a hurry for important reasons?"
They're small mirrors, so eventually he has this managed. He calls Zeviana's mirror.