He's thinking of ways the plans as outlined will fail and how to amend them and whether amending them is worth the cost, and he's also occasionally trying to think about whether there's some other plan that's superior.

And how is he feeling?

Scared out of his wits. And like he should potentially go to the toilet lest they forget to allow him to later and it becomes a problem.

The fairy escorts him to a disused edge of the garden. They don't seem to have plumbing.

...they probably don't have biological needs like that, that'd be just bad design.

Apparently not. When he's done she escorts him back.

Now he's just scared.

She refines his thinking assignment and leaves him.

He thinks. His mind starts going in circles again. He tries to make it stop. He succeeds. Then it happens again.

Screaming.

That makes him lose track of what he was thinking of, and become unable to pick thinking back up for a while.

The order does not grant him any powers of concentration he doesn't normally have.

Yeah he's getting that.

He thinks. More hours pass.

The screaming dies down eventually.

And then it's been twenty-four hours and he remembers everything—

He's still thinking about the plan, but he's also thinking about a telepathy spell that also lets extremely soft sounds be made in the vicinity of the receiver's ears that only they can hear to maybe work if telepathy orders don't and he blinks thrice very fast and then the person who was screaming hears "mynameiskaedepleaserescindmyordersipromisei'llrescindyourstooyoucanjustthinkatmeandi'llhearit"—

- I rescind all your orders.

He doesn't start moving. He stops thinking about the stupid plan—

I need your name to rescind yours.

I can't give it out. Are you a mortal - can you feed me -

- feeding works? Yes I can. I'm going to become invisible and find you and feed you, yes -

And he's invisible and can go through solid objects and fly and everything he's holding is invisible and optionally can go through solid objects too and that will last—forty-eight minutes—he's completely out of mana—it should be enough—

He goes looking for her.

Lying inert on the floor of her room, pinned to the floor like a preserved butterfly with spikes through her arms and legs and wings, smeared in blood and naked.

- what counts as food -

Ideally something that is intended as food from your world or is at least a plant but if you don't have that maybe a drop of blood or something would work.

He'll try the blood, he bites his thumb until he's bleeding and smears some on her lips and I rescind all your orders—did it work -

No I'm having a little trouble swallowing.

- fuck that I can do that after we're out of here do you have any orders to fuck me up or cause a ruckus or stop me if I just take you with me?