[ Istredd is getting used to public speaking from sheer necessity, and he knew going into this that Wanda wasn't going to be the talker. Doing the mingles with Rhy every other month made him deeply wish it could be as easy for him as it was for Rhy, but he's a court-trained royal. Of course that's all easy. Istredd isn't used to rehearsing with someone else actually giving input, since he often had to do it alone for the Brotherhood. ]

That's true. It took me a while to piece all of this together. Longer still to make it clear and not rambling.

[ Istredd will probably be editing it up until the second he shows it to people though. But this is a much better draft than his initial, which was approximately twenty pages and couldn't fit on a blackboard unless it was the size of an entire wall. So he's done a good job whittling it down!

He hmms to her patting on the seat but knows he's full of nervous energy at the moment, so he follows her instruction. Istredd has been on the move for weeks and even in his Horizon sitting down feels strange. He knows though that this is more than making him pause. It's Wanda. She can tell something is wrong. The outside of the domain makes it obvious, but she would be able to tell on her own. ]

We have new memories.

[ Istredd gets to the point but he leans over his knees, putting his elbows on them, hunched over. ]

Yenna and I experienced the destruction of our home and the death of most of our order.

[ She might get flashes of fire and blood from the attack at Thanedd, his grief still hanging over him. ]