vision

[calescent]

Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.

Comments

[free_flowing]

"So, when we breathe we're getting something from the air, and when fish breathe they're getting something from the water. But it's the same something, and where it ends up is the blood. I just... pull it all back out of them, and they basically drown."

He scoops a sixth mysteriously dying trout into the basket, eyes it, decides it is a little small, and turns his attention back to the water to await a seventh.

[salt_of_the]

"Ooh, huh. And you can just sense that?"

[free_flowing]

"Yeah. Well - sorta. I kinda found it out when I tried to drown myself back in Thiyec," he sighs, and then he scoops a final fish.

[salt_of_the]

"You did what now?"

[free_flowing]

"Yeah. Turns out I don't actually need to breathe when I'm underwater," he says. "I don't even do it like a fish, I just pull the whatever-it-is straight into my blood through my skin."

He gets up, collecting the basket along the way.

[salt_of_the]

"Okay, so, that's good, but you were trying to drown yourself, like, choking dying drown, before you found that out?" Patience asks, getting up to follow him.

[free_flowing]

"...Sort of? It's complicated. I was trying to see what happened. The idea being that I'd come out either dead or really knowing I was prime."

[salt_of_the]

"...I'm not getting it."

[free_flowing]

"Yeah. I know. I'm not sure it's something that people who aren't me can get," he says. "Even Kiri had a lot of trouble. It's just - I really, really didn't want to come back, when she showed up in Thiyec to get me. I would've liked drowning better. And, mm... failing to drown was the only thing I could think of that might help change my mind. I dunno if I can explain why, exactly. I just needed a really big push."

[salt_of_the]

"I'm glad you're okay."

[free_flowing]

"Thanks," he says, smiling. "Me too."

[salt_of_the]

"I wonder if Kiri would've even told me if you'd drowned."

[free_flowing]

"No idea."

[salt_of_the]

"I guess I'd have to ask her. What are you gonna do to the trout?"

[free_flowing]

"Things," he says, mysteriously. "Tasty things."

[salt_of_the]

"Well, I'm excited."

[free_flowing]

"Excited is an appropriate way to be when I'm cooking for you!"

[salt_of_the]

Patience beams.

[free_flowing]

He grins and kisses her on the cheek, in lieu of the hug he cannot give her with both his hands full.

To the kitchen!

[salt_of_the]

Awww.

To the kitchen indeed! Patience sits on a counter and waits for instructions.

[free_flowing]

He puts the basket of trout on one side of her and a pair of large bowls on the other.

"Edible trout parts," he says, pointing to one bowl, "everything else," the other. "Think you can magic 'em like you said?"

[salt_of_the]

"I thiiink so. Getting the skin off might be hard." She picks up a trout, contemplates it, and starts - disassembling it. It's pretty gross, but she gets it neatly split into food and not food after a minute of thought and a minute more of fussing.

[free_flowing]

"Amazing," says Loel. He leans up and kisses her cheek again, then commences doing tasty things to the disassembled trout.

[salt_of_the]

Patience giggles, and disassembles the remaining trouts.

[free_flowing]

Tasty things continue. Things other than trout get involved. It's a bit of a production.

The resulting meal is not the sort of thing that can be ferried about on a tray and then distributed from there. Loel eyes it for a moment, then says, "If I show you where the dining room is - it's not far - can you carry stuff there while I go get everybody? You shouldn't need to make too many trips. And I think this is dining-room material."