They just bottle up the queen loyalist castle mages. Decompress them into eels. Shove them in a tank of water and ta-da, problem solved!
(That does sound enticing to him.)
He didn't quite realize the light press of weight to his thoughts until they make it to their room and Istredd's relief is ungodly noticeable. But he did good. Off in a place he's never been before for quite a large chunk of time and no flinching or wayward spellcasting.
He huffs a laugh when Istredd asks about his grace. "No. It's... no. I've got enough where I won't double over and hack up my vessel's lungs if I use any power, but I always have to be careful about using too much." He shrugs. "I don't know. There's not a base guideline for recharge-rate. It's almost--" His thoughts take a dizzying weave and he half-shrugs again, staring at the ceiling. "It's almost been a year. Maybe it'll be a few more months, years, a decade, I don't know."
Just like he doesn't know who he'd be with his power returned, no longer reliant on certain needs, his emotions sunk back under the ethereal presence.
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(That does sound enticing to him.)
He didn't quite realize the light press of weight to his thoughts until they make it to their room and Istredd's relief is ungodly noticeable. But he did good. Off in a place he's never been before for quite a large chunk of time and no flinching or wayward spellcasting.
He huffs a laugh when Istredd asks about his grace. "No. It's... no. I've got enough where I won't double over and hack up my vessel's lungs if I use any power, but I always have to be careful about using too much." He shrugs. "I don't know. There's not a base guideline for recharge-rate. It's almost--" His thoughts take a dizzying weave and he half-shrugs again, staring at the ceiling. "It's almost been a year. Maybe it'll be a few more months, years, a decade, I don't know."
Just like he doesn't know who he'd be with his power returned, no longer reliant on certain needs, his emotions sunk back under the ethereal presence.