Yeah, she's definitely making a computer when she's got spare time. How about a to-do list in her head for now, she'll get more elaborate later.

She can put formatted text into an idea and anchor it to her fingernail or wherever else, easy peasy.

Then in goes the to-do list, and then up she gets to see how everyone's doing. Anyone looking for her but being shy about it?

Most people seem to be winding down for sleep. Mr. Cooper has found a bedroll going spare and its former owner- A youngish woman with a spear and short green hair, wearing leather armor- Makes sure to follow along, apologizing for how ratty and old it is. But it kept her warm on patrol faithfully for years and years, so it ought to be solid.

"Thank you very kindly. I don't need much, just something soft and warm through the night. This will do nicely. What's your name?"

"Rama, milady."

She smiles softly and shakes her head. "Good to meet you, Rama. I'm Sable. All this 'milady' stuff will make it a pain to make actual friends, though. Do most binders demand things like that?"

She visibly relaxes, and smiles. "Well, it's a poor idea not to at first, isn't it? And most of us have never so much as seen a binder in person. Old demesnes are big and crowded."

She giggles and shakes her head. "I'm just an ordinary — if somewhat weird — girl with a job that comes with a lot of responsibility. Just trying to do right by people and help make a home for all of us, y'know? I can understand the precaution, though. Better to be too deferential than to piss off someone who can turn you inside out."

She frowns. (Mr. Cooper turns to head back to his tallying.)

"Well, we're going to be deferential, I think. It's just how it's done. I was sure hoping it'd be Donovan but if hopes were ropes, I'd be able to make a fishing net."

She frowns sadly. "I wish I could've met him. From what little I've heard, it sounds like people respected him."

"Well... That's kind of life. I'm gonna end up in the pyre some day too, either by some dragonborn abomination or the march of time, so I try to enjoy life while it lasts. Speaking of which, I hope you two arrange some hot baths with your infinite binder magic at some point."

"Oh goodness yes. That's absolutely essential, sooner or later. We've gotta have our hot baths. Most of that will be on Nico as our whisperer, making the baths and the hot water, but now you've got me brainstorming some kind of soap plant that smells really nice. Maybe even see if I can manage to add a relaxation effect, for after a long day of work."

Soap plants and hot baths go into the to-do list.

"There's gonna be tons of challenges... And houses for everyone, and everything else... Honestly, you kind of expect the binders to be lazy and get other people to do most of the work? But whatever other people can do to make your jobs easier, we oughta. It's just efficient."

"I mean, division of labor is good, and people should focus on their comparative advantage, but if I'm not putting in a full day of magic work then I should find something useful to do with my time."

"Well, dungeon binders' comparative advantage is magic, is what I'm saying. 'Comparative'- Sound like I'm back in finishing school*, heh."

*Not a literal translation, but the closest available cultural referent.

"You're not wrong, but I can easily imagine a binder getting lazy about making improvements for their people and instead just resting on their laurels. It's a pattern that's repeated itself in countless societies, and one I really don't want to ever fall into."

Rama yawns, then blushes.

"Okay, my new bedroll is calling me. Don't die please- Nobody wants to worry about the colors getting in."

Sable yawns as well. The things are contagious. "Sleep well, and don't worry. I don't plan to die for a long time. Thanks for the talk."

And then off she goes to find someplace quiet inside the burgeoning dungeon to set up her bedroll.

Candidate places include the damp but empty washing area, the improvised sickbay, the core room, and a little crevice everyone else seems to have passed up for being tiny. Much of the rest of the space has been subdivided with a whole lot of furs and blankets hanging from poles- It turns out, hopeful gossip spreading around goes, most of what was really lost to the dragon was just the heaviest and least valuable things. The actual boats, all the timber and cement and dishware and so on. The strategy thought up by Zeris the smith, of burying anything they couldn't carry to safety in the mud, paid off. Mostly kinda ish.

She's in a nestley-bundley mood, so little crevice it is. She tucks herself in and smiles softly. It's good to hear that they didn't lose as much as they could've. It's really good. She looks over her to-do list, adds a few more things like getting Nico to make a mirror at some point, or figuring out toothpaste and toothbrushes, and starts winding down.

...wait a second. Can she just sterilize all the unhelpful mouth bacteria through force of will?

There sure is some dustlife in her mouth. She can claim it. Killing it... Maybe? She could turn off all its - everything. Her magic instincts are a little confused about what this would cause.

That... sounds like she can't tell harmful bacteria from beneficial bacterial from anything else. Maybe even her cells? That sounds troublesome. She... is going to just swish some water in her mouth to wash it out and then go to sleep, and ask Nico if this world has toothbrushes in the morning.

G'night, demesne.

The sound of running water, cooking, and increasingly loud conversation awakens her.