Jayce feels like it's better to brush by it at this point and if Viktor wants to do that too, good. It's really not that important in comparison. He will just have to find distractions when they get closer to the calamity, it's easier when he will be able to do something. He brushes his hands over his face again and through his hair, his heart racing, his mind racing. He isn't frozen again, he's just thinking.

"I'm confident they will ask us for help, they can't be stingy with volunteers." He wonders if there will be an undercurrent too of the Summoned being seen as to blame for not doing the bugs correctly. Which still hangs over him, no matter how he pretends otherwise. So requesting them to help is only fair, but they're going to be there anyway.

"What preparations are you thinking?" The satchel clear of Kell's books means that he can fill it soon with bandages, poultices, he'll have to ask Nadine about her thoughts. Jayce picks up his notepad and flips to a clean page, glancing over to Viktor and ready to write down their thoughts as they come. Sometimes that's how they did it in the lab, just throwing ideas and putting them on a blackboard.