Edarial laughs, a little. "Fair point. Okay, well - what sort of... Things are they? Are they things that I'm personally doing wrong, are they things I could do better, or... What?"
"Then," says Berathyme, slithering up to Iobel, "Whisper them to me, and I will tell you if it is appropriate or not."
"The line of reasoning I was muttering about earlier - I wish it weren't so persistently non-functional. If I didn't respect him or like him, there are things that he'd be able to see that would show that, and I know he's smart enough to come up with them if he thought about it, but he didn't - whether it's because of the paranoia or something else I couldn't say - and that meant I assumed it was obvious and now I realize it wasn't but I don't know why it wasn't obvious or what other things aren't, and that's - exhausting to even think about. I'd like him to think a little bit more about what it would be like if the things he's worried about were true - if I still hated him or whatever - instead of - offloading that onto me so I have to say it, over and over again, since no amount of showing will work. Because I don't know how to be more demonstrative about not hating someone. He's complained about me being cold but any imaginable state of warmth that I can invent without instructions is - too far away, I'm not anywhere near hanging all over him like Isabella does Adarin."
Edarial, meanwhile, goes back to counting.
"Paranoia, then. I don't know how to fix that, and working around it is - hard."
"Yes. The only way around that is time. It is a hard thing to work around, but can you blame him?" says Berathyme.
"I said it could wait. It can wait. If it has to wait then it will," says Iobel testily.
She slithers back to her binder and curls up next to him. He's still counting - he's at twenty-three, now.
"I wonder why no one's - digging us out," he muses.
"I can also do my - sight spell, check for the guards. When it's midnight."
"Yeah. I have one for your head and I can probably cover the rest of your injuries in one spell, and I can do my leg, that's three, two if I wall-walk us both, that leaves me with one left unless you can take on some of the healing."
"I can take on some of the healing - I don't have anything for concussions but broken bones and injuries I can do. So three for me, three for you."
And lying there, and just in case her sense of time is wildly off, trying to charge every now and then.
Edarial sounds very tired when he asks, "Think we'll actually manage it?"
"Manage what, getting out? Yes. You're still conscious, all you have to do is stay that way till midnight and we'll be fine."
"Isabella and Adarin have theirs thoroughly underway. If nothing else they'll do it. On our own account I think we can at least make progress."
"If we actually manage to end up... together... I think I want to flaunt in their faces, that was so annoying."