Though that being said... 

I sniffle and get the water refilled after another deep drink and burst of sobs. 

Do wonder how tangible the effects are. 

I have noticed that my skin feels... a touch less clammy then expected? I feel a bit more avlie on my skin, more present, and my breathing has been a bit easier - 

besides the crying, you mean.

Yes, moonsilver. 

I... 
know. 

I let my hand rub along my elelid, shuddering softly, and wipe away some warm tears with my fingers. 

The callouses on the tips are rough, but it makes it feel more substantial, sometimes. 

I patch it with the honestly impressively absorbent cloth, and let my trembling hands queue up some actual relaxing music.

I lay there for a while, and rest. 

No talking, of course, but... 

Brain-storming, perhaps? 

You know we're too tired to think this through fully? 

'nd?

I quirk my eyebrows up. 

There's no reason not to revisit, I suppose. 

True enough, true enough... 

It's floaty enough to do this to not quite count, but it's still the sort of thing that makes the crack contrast up against the walls stopping another influx (or outflowm rather) that it stings, still. 

The basic ideal is to enhance ourselves using the principles of the light, and let a few optimization systems keep it all flowing forward. 

Listen to the Light. Follow the construction of our Mythos. Internalize the ideals of the Summer Kingdom. Expand the remit of eternity's whispers and gain boundless skill, and entreat with spirits and flamee to rise ever higher. Build a territory 'pon the tenement through those skills, with those we love. 

I sigh, almost wistful about the dream. 

Obviously, a lot of these things are built on what's actually possible with these, and part of that's entangled with actually being good enough to do it and probably the way mythos works means that no one will ever have the exact same augmentations as us for this, so I don't want to dwell too much on it but... 

What do we want to actually be working on, there? 

For one, I'd encourage basic creations around the light's combat functions and raw output - it seems like the outpour of energy is rather fundamental, and creating material things at all will seems inevitably exceptionally helpful. 

...We could do visual illusion stuff with this, right? Seems like a kinda straightforward application, and could definitely help with some of the social anxiety stuff we've been having. 

Immortality is definitely a must, for body comfort stuff if nothing else, and could help with dysphoria and social obstacles, potentially?

There's also likely some options to integrate some sort of trick for ontological modifications, given the connection that has with the experience of obstacles and 'fate' through purity and emergence, and having the ability to deal with possible side-effects from magics we gain earlier through a comprehensive protection seems wise.

And I bet emergence will mean that I get to make a proper magical girl outfit, transformation and all~!

Also, if we can do it on the item-ier stuff we're gonna get it could be super useful...? It'd be nice to get like a super-perfect body. 

I stare blankly up at the ceiling, sniffling still. 

It's okay. 

My tails press through our mindscape and enwrap them - us - in soothing warmth. 

We have a way through this, clearer then ever. 

For now though... 

We really should rest. 

I smile thoughtlessly. 

"yeah..." 

I queue up the wildlife documentary thing again, and rest in the comfort of the sheets and the voice. 

Allllright. 

I stretch out, idly letting it all percolate in my mind. It'll be useful to know some of this, probably, though it'll be later, when I'm not being carried around a luxury cruise liner that it'll matter.

For now... 

No reason not to do the talk with the attendant, I suppose? 

I call her up on the console. 

"Hey. Could you come over to my room for a chat over tea or such? Still feels like there's a lot up in the air about how this will all look, and think it'd help settling in here to get that settled." 

"Of course! I'll be there shortly."

- Oh yeah, might as well order the table and the tea. 

Something low and simple - a smooth glass floor-table thing? And I guess a relatively neutral black tea with milk and sugar. 

In a moment, it shimmers into existence, so I walk over, and settle down, knees crossed. 

There's an oddly resonant knock on the door, that feels at once far away and quite close.