As of this moment she is up to her specialization in shines. Write write write.
"Okay." She fidgets. "Um, I can tell you almost as much as Charp can, I've read a lot of my past notes. If you have questions. And you'll believe answers that come from me instead of Charp."
"He - I don't know how much you remember or from when, I'll just sort of - you were big into public health, before you even met Aly but especially after she died." Lu shudders a little. "Uh, and - sarcastic but terrible at lying - and you were a servantmaker, are you still? I am again, three for three now - um - and you were - he was -" She wrings her hands. "We were -" She stops.
"But - you reincarnate too. So - that's good. Kib was -" She shakes her head again. "Devastated."
"That's good." She blushes and looks away again. "I'm glad you're alive. Even if I totally botched finding you."
"By finding you I meant the part where I - indicated to you that you had been found. Not the part where a parrot landed on you."
"It's okay," he says, in a - tone of voice that's probably very familiar. Comforting and soft. "Really. I'm not - writing you or anything off, it was just a bit. I was caught off guard."
"Servantmaking, again, theoretical instructional research - I mean, I can make pets and puppets and I've actually built golems and programmed shines in the course of theorem-proving but it's mostly theory."