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[aetherweaver]

[There's a vaguely British-sounding voice emitting from the journals, and those who recognize Nara'a will note it's not his usual calm tone.]

Would anyone, anyone like to explain what in the hells just happened? 'Oh, the town or the spaceship or the book closing sound?' All of it.

[He takes a breath, lets it out.]

Right. Everyone back here? All appendages accounted for?

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[aetherweaver]

I figured you wouldn't, because... yeah.

... I can give you context for whatever you're confused about with... what I said. But not here.

[bashasasdemon]

We don't have to talk about anything you don't want to.

[...but he admits he is worried about him. He remembers what some of that felt like himself, and he wasn't the one anyone looked to fix things. Except Bashasa.]

Have you eaten anything since getting back?

[aetherweaver]

I know. But I'm sure I left you with questions, and I'd be a poor scholar if I didn't answer them.

Yes, I've eaten. Some biscuits, some vegetables and fruit. We need more variety, but I'm satiated for now.

[bashasasdemon]

Want to check out the garden, then? There's a thing of seeds for planting outside the door now.

[He's not addressing the rest of it on this thing. He... probably owes Nara'a some answers too, after all.]

[aetherweaver]

Yes, I've been using it. I'll see you there.

[And indeed, he will be there.]