When Djaisiuk awoke, he could feel that he was back in familiar surroundings even before he opened his eyes. The soft bed beneath him as well as the coverlet over him were distinctly Komislavian in feel. The clothes he was now wearing had the familiar feel of Komislavian-made cloth. Even the air smelt like home. He opened his eyes and looked up at the creamy off-white ceiling of a small room on a Komislavian ship.
"Well, it's about time," came a sharp, Vukasovian voice from beside him. "I've only been waiting here for three days."
For the briefest moment, Djaisiuk considered closing his eyes again in the hopes that the voice might leave with his sight. He thought better of this however and merely took a careful breath and turned his head to the left. There sat Kiacyl, watching him with a dark expression. Djaisiuk blinked but said nothing.
"Your friend Eriane said that I was to call him when you woke," said Kiacyl. "But I have a question I want answered first."
Djaisiuk did close his eyes then. He turned his head again and took another careful breath. He wanted to breathe deeply, but his lungs still hurt him. It was difficult, lying here, scarcely able to move and unable to breathe as he would like. He knew that he could call Eriane himself; a little exploration with his right hand showed that a call device had been placed there, doubtless for this purpose. He knew though that it would be best to at least attempt to pacify Kiacyl first.
"I know that you don't like to talk," continued Kiacyl, "but I have only one question: what do you intend to do with me?"
Djaisiuk didn't move or open his eyes. Only one question, yes, but what a question! The answer was not going to be easy. Djaisiuk himself had not yet had time or energy to work out the intricacies of the answer. And he doubted very much whether Kiacyl would be satisfied with an abbreviated or incomplete answer.
"You will--" Djaisiuk began, but he broke off with a cough and a gasp, both stifled as well as he was able. He always felt pain when speaking, even on the best days, but today was well beyond the normal discomfiture; it was torture anew. Some of Drayl's words from when they had inflicted these injuries on his lungs came back to his mind. Drayl had mocked Djaisiuk, saying that he would not speak when ordered to do so, and now they would make it so that he was practically incapable of doing so. If he wished to speak, it would be very difficult, but Drayl had assured him that he would soon accept even this pain, rather than continue with what they would do to him. Djaisiuk had little doubt that Eriane had done some work on his lungs, particularly if they had truly been on the ship for three days now, but speech was still a torture. He knew that he might be able to speak a sentence or two before the pain overcame him entirely, but that would be insufficient.
"Well?" asked Kiacyl.
Well, there was no longer any choice. Djaisiuk pressed the call device. He wished that he could answer Kiacyl's question, but he couldn't, or at least not without help.
Just as Kiacyl was emitting a frustrated sigh, apparently about to speak again, the door opened, and Eriane entered.
"Hello, Djaisiuk," smiled Eriane, coming forward. "It's good to see you awake finally. How are you feeling?"
Djaisiuk opened his mouth, but no words came.
"Oh! No, don't try to speak, Djaisiuk," exclaimed Eriane quickly. "I'm sorry; I suppose that I shouldn't have asked you that. I wasn't thinking. You mustn't try to speak for a while yet. Here; I brought this for you." He opened a drawer of the small bureau in the room and withdrew a parchment with a right-hand extension. This he laid on the bed, placing the extension in Djaisiuk's right hand. "There," he said. "Now, can you use this without being able to see it?"
Djaisiuk moved his fingers over the extension. "Yes," he typed.
Eriane smiled. "Wonderful. Now, we've done a lot of work on you, and you'll probably be feeling it all over. I'm afraid that you're not going to be able to move around much for quite a while. In fact, the longer you can lie still, the better. I know that it can't be very enjoyable, but it's best for now. But tell me, are you feeling alright? That is, do you think that you'll be alright without more medication for a time?"
Djaisiuk didn't reply. He lay still, looking up at the ceiling.
"Perhaps I should rephrase that," smiled Eriane. "Are you feeling any particularly acute pain anywhere that you'd like me to try to relieve?"
Djaisiuk's fingers again moved. "My chest," he typed.
Eriane grimaced. "If you mean the exterior burns, then I can do something for that, though the last medication that we gave you really should still be working there. If you mean your lungs, then that's a little more difficult. I know that they must be causing you a fair bit of pain, especially considering the constant use that they're getting as you breathe, but I'm afraid that the only way I can help you there is with an anesthetic that will put you to sleep again. If you're alright with that, I'll be happy to do it, but if you'd rather be awake for a bit yet, then I'm afraid that there's nothing I can do for that pain."
He looked at Djaisiuk expectantly and waited.
"No," typed Djaisiuk after a moment. "I prefer to remain conscious."
Eriane again smiled. "I'm so glad that you are doing so well. I know that it must not feel like it, but you really are recovering nicely so far. Is there anything else that I can do?"
Djaisiuk considered. "I may need Wysire," he typed. "If I call you, would you send him?"
"Of course," replied Eriane with some surprise. "I can call him now, if you want."
"No. Only if I call you again."
"Alright. Will you want me also?"
"No. Thank you."
Eriane nodded, still looking a little surprised. "I . . . suppose I'll leave you then," he said. He hesitated. "Just let me know if you need anything."
Djaisiuk typed nothing, so Eriane simply nodded once to Kiacyl and left. Kiacyl had said nothing while Eriane was there, and he continued to sit silently, glowering at the wall, after the other was gone. Djaisiuk took advantage of Kiacyl's silence to begin typing again. When Kiacyl turned to him, Djaisiuk was prepared.
"Well?" asked Kiacyl sharply. "Are you going to answer me?"
Without a word, Djaisiuk disconnected the extension, lifted the parchment, and handed it to Kiacyl. The latter accepted it with a frown and looked at it.
"I cannot speak aloud to answer you," he read silently, "but I am willing to type what I can to--"
"What is this?" demanded Kiacyl, looking up again. "Do you expect me to speak to a data-entry device?" He threw the parchment against the wall angrily. Leaning forward over Djaisiuk and resting his hands on the bed, he continued, "I'm not some imbecile or laborer who takes instructions that way. I want an answer, and I want it from you, not from a machine!"
Djaisiuk cringed as Kiacyl's left wrist brushed again his own left arm. Noticing this, Kiacyl lifted his hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said sarcastically. "Does that hurt?"
Kiacyl laid his hand across Djaisiuk's and pressed down. Djaisiuk's face contorted somewhat with the pain, but he did not gasp. Instead, he grasped the call device, pressing the button firmly and not letting go.
"I asked you a question, Komislavian," snapped Kiacyl, still pressing his hand against Djaisiuk's, "and I'm waiting for an answer."
The door opened, and Kiacyl started back from the bed as Wysire entered. The latter seemed not to notice Kiacyl's expression, and Kiacyl was quick to hide it. Wysire simply stepped forward to the bed.
"Hello, Djaisiuk," he said. "Eriane said that you wanted to see me."
Djaisiuk lifted the parchment extension, then pointed to the wall where Kiacyl had thrown the parchment. Wysire quickly understood, and he fetched the device and reconnected it. Djaisiuk then began typing again.
"I wish to speak with Kiacyl," he typed, "but he is not willing to read what I type, and I cannot speak. Will you speak to him what I tell you to say?"
Wysire, reading the words, looked at Djaisiuk with some surprise. "Yes," he said. "Yes, of course, if that's what you want."
Djaisiuk seemed to relax somewhat then. He closed his eyes again and continued to type.
"Tell him: the answer you seek is difficult and lengthy. I can attempt to give it here, but it may not be complete. If you want a complete answer, you will need to wait until we've reached Komislava."
Wysire looked up at Kiacyl and repeated what Djaisiuk had typed. Kiacyl sneered.
"I suppose I should have expected that," he said. He shrugged. "I don't know why I'm surprised."
"Djaisiuk says that it's difficult for him to plan now," said Wysire, glancing from the parchment to Kiacyl and back. "He says that he doesn't want to make a rash decision in his condition."
"And killing me quickly would be rash?"
Wysire blinked in surprise, and Djaisiuk opened his eyes. After a short, uncomfortable moment, Djaisiuk typed again.
"Why do you think you are here?" asked Wysire, translating again.
"He knows why I'm here," snapped Kiacyl, indicating Djaisiuk with a nod of the head. "Ask him."
"He does know why you're here, but he says that apparently you don't."
Kiacyl frowned. "Why does he think that I'm here?"
Wysire was not fully able to hide his own surprise, though he obviously tried, as he translated: "You're coming with us to Komislava to live there."
Kiacyl looked at him incredulously. "No, I'm not," he retorted. "That's ridiculous!"
"Do you expect us to kill you?"
Kiacyl closed his mouth. Still looking upset but speaking more calmly now, he said, "I don't expect you to keep me alive."
"He sent you with us to save your life."
Kiacyl didn't answer. He continued to look at Wysire darkly.
"He didn't want you to die with him."
Kiacyl blinked, surprise growing in his expression. "What did you say?" he asked hoarsely.
Wysire looked at Djaisiuk, but the latter typed no more, so Wysire simply repeated the last sentence typed. "He didn't want you to die with him."
Kiacyl seemed to struggle to keep his expression calm. "You're lying," he said. "I don't believe you."
Wysire looked from Kiacyl to Djaisiuk again, waiting. At last, Djaisiuk's fingers began to move.
"Why else would he have sent you with us?"
"He sent me with Djaisiuk."
"He knew that Djaisiuk was the only one who could save your life."
"You're lying!" Kiacyl's fists clenched and unclenched as he glared at Wysire.
"Kiacyl, he loved you," translated Wysire gently.
At that, Kiacyl's restraint gave way. He leaped around the bed with an expression of fury, and Wysire started back, throwing up his own hands to defend himself as Kiacyl struck out at him. Djaisiuk had dropped the extension and grasped the call device, and his finger beat out a quick rhythm on it.
"Kiacyl, wait!" exclaimed Wysire. "Please, I don't even know what you two are talking about."
Kiacyl didn't seem to hear. He attacked Wysire with ferocity, striking with all his might. Fortunately for Wysire, the door opened suddenly, and Eriane and Jaeger both entered. Jaeger leapt forward and caught hold of Kiacyl, holding him back from Wysire, while Eriane quickly moved to make sure that Wysire was alright.
"What's going on here?" asked Jaeger. "Pull yourself together."
"Wysire, are you alright?" asked Eriane.
"If you ever say that again, I'll kill you!" screamed Kiacyl, still looking only at Wysire.
Jaeger and Eriane both looked at Kiacyl and Wysire in surprise, but Wysire only returned their gazes with a look of confusion.
"Kiacyl, I'm only translating," said Wysire gently. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"I don't care!"
Djaisiuk's fingers beat another pattern on the call device, and Eriane's caller beeped in sequence, as Kiacyl struggled to free himself from Jaeger's grasp.
"He's dead," said Jaeger suddenly. "Kiacyl, he's dead."
Kiacyl froze. Jaeger still held him, but he no longer struggled.
"What?" he asked quietly.
"Djaisiuk says he's dead," repeated Jaeger.
Eriane and Wysire now looked at Jaeger questioningly, but Jaeger didn't look at them. Kiacyl slowly straightened himself, pulling his arms from Jaeger's grasp. Jaeger let him go without a fight. Kiacyl then walked calmly to the medical bed and looked down at Djaisiuk. Djaisiuk turned his face to look Kiacyl in the eye.
"I want to go back to Vukosava," said Kiacyl.
Djaisiuk reached for the parchment, but Kiacyl snatched it away and threw it against the wall. Eriane started forward, but then paused as neither Djaisiuk nor Kiacyl looked up. Djaisiuk again grasped the call device, pressing the button again and again as Eriane's caller continued to sound. Eriane again looked at Djaisiuk in confusion, but then Jaeger spoke.
"They'll kill you too," he said.
"I don't care," said Kiacyl between clenched teeth. "I won't go with you."
Djaisiuk continued to look up at him, but he did not now move.
"Kidnapping is an interplanetary offense," sneered Kiacyl, still speaking to Djaisiuk. "And if you don't take me back to Vukosava, I'll let it be known that you kidnapped me."
Djaisiuk still did not react. Kiacyl looked down at him for a moment longer, then turned and walked out of the room.
"Djaisiuk, would you like for me to go after him?" asked Wysire.
Djaisiuk pointed to where the parchment had been thrown, and Jaeger quickly fetched it and gave it to him. Djaisiuk then typed again.
"I want to speak with all of our group," he typed. "Would you call them?"
Wysire read it in surprise, then handed the parchment to Eriane.
"Doctor?" he asked.
"Djaisiuk, you don't need this much excitement," said Eriane after reading the parchment. "Please, you need your rest. Can't this wait?"
Djaisiuk seemed to consider for a moment. "I would prefer to speak with them now," he typed.
Eriane still looked hesitant, but he nodded. "Alright," he said. "If you're sure that that's what you want. I'll call them."
"Well, it's about time," came a sharp, Vukasovian voice from beside him. "I've only been waiting here for three days."
For the briefest moment, Djaisiuk considered closing his eyes again in the hopes that the voice might leave with his sight. He thought better of this however and merely took a careful breath and turned his head to the left. There sat Kiacyl, watching him with a dark expression. Djaisiuk blinked but said nothing.
"Your friend Eriane said that I was to call him when you woke," said Kiacyl. "But I have a question I want answered first."
Djaisiuk did close his eyes then. He turned his head again and took another careful breath. He wanted to breathe deeply, but his lungs still hurt him. It was difficult, lying here, scarcely able to move and unable to breathe as he would like. He knew that he could call Eriane himself; a little exploration with his right hand showed that a call device had been placed there, doubtless for this purpose. He knew though that it would be best to at least attempt to pacify Kiacyl first.
"I know that you don't like to talk," continued Kiacyl, "but I have only one question: what do you intend to do with me?"
Djaisiuk didn't move or open his eyes. Only one question, yes, but what a question! The answer was not going to be easy. Djaisiuk himself had not yet had time or energy to work out the intricacies of the answer. And he doubted very much whether Kiacyl would be satisfied with an abbreviated or incomplete answer.
"You will--" Djaisiuk began, but he broke off with a cough and a gasp, both stifled as well as he was able. He always felt pain when speaking, even on the best days, but today was well beyond the normal discomfiture; it was torture anew. Some of Drayl's words from when they had inflicted these injuries on his lungs came back to his mind. Drayl had mocked Djaisiuk, saying that he would not speak when ordered to do so, and now they would make it so that he was practically incapable of doing so. If he wished to speak, it would be very difficult, but Drayl had assured him that he would soon accept even this pain, rather than continue with what they would do to him. Djaisiuk had little doubt that Eriane had done some work on his lungs, particularly if they had truly been on the ship for three days now, but speech was still a torture. He knew that he might be able to speak a sentence or two before the pain overcame him entirely, but that would be insufficient.
"Well?" asked Kiacyl.
Well, there was no longer any choice. Djaisiuk pressed the call device. He wished that he could answer Kiacyl's question, but he couldn't, or at least not without help.
Just as Kiacyl was emitting a frustrated sigh, apparently about to speak again, the door opened, and Eriane entered.
"Hello, Djaisiuk," smiled Eriane, coming forward. "It's good to see you awake finally. How are you feeling?"
Djaisiuk opened his mouth, but no words came.
"Oh! No, don't try to speak, Djaisiuk," exclaimed Eriane quickly. "I'm sorry; I suppose that I shouldn't have asked you that. I wasn't thinking. You mustn't try to speak for a while yet. Here; I brought this for you." He opened a drawer of the small bureau in the room and withdrew a parchment with a right-hand extension. This he laid on the bed, placing the extension in Djaisiuk's right hand. "There," he said. "Now, can you use this without being able to see it?"
Djaisiuk moved his fingers over the extension. "Yes," he typed.
Eriane smiled. "Wonderful. Now, we've done a lot of work on you, and you'll probably be feeling it all over. I'm afraid that you're not going to be able to move around much for quite a while. In fact, the longer you can lie still, the better. I know that it can't be very enjoyable, but it's best for now. But tell me, are you feeling alright? That is, do you think that you'll be alright without more medication for a time?"
Djaisiuk didn't reply. He lay still, looking up at the ceiling.
"Perhaps I should rephrase that," smiled Eriane. "Are you feeling any particularly acute pain anywhere that you'd like me to try to relieve?"
Djaisiuk's fingers again moved. "My chest," he typed.
Eriane grimaced. "If you mean the exterior burns, then I can do something for that, though the last medication that we gave you really should still be working there. If you mean your lungs, then that's a little more difficult. I know that they must be causing you a fair bit of pain, especially considering the constant use that they're getting as you breathe, but I'm afraid that the only way I can help you there is with an anesthetic that will put you to sleep again. If you're alright with that, I'll be happy to do it, but if you'd rather be awake for a bit yet, then I'm afraid that there's nothing I can do for that pain."
He looked at Djaisiuk expectantly and waited.
"No," typed Djaisiuk after a moment. "I prefer to remain conscious."
Eriane again smiled. "I'm so glad that you are doing so well. I know that it must not feel like it, but you really are recovering nicely so far. Is there anything else that I can do?"
Djaisiuk considered. "I may need Wysire," he typed. "If I call you, would you send him?"
"Of course," replied Eriane with some surprise. "I can call him now, if you want."
"No. Only if I call you again."
"Alright. Will you want me also?"
"No. Thank you."
Eriane nodded, still looking a little surprised. "I . . . suppose I'll leave you then," he said. He hesitated. "Just let me know if you need anything."
Djaisiuk typed nothing, so Eriane simply nodded once to Kiacyl and left. Kiacyl had said nothing while Eriane was there, and he continued to sit silently, glowering at the wall, after the other was gone. Djaisiuk took advantage of Kiacyl's silence to begin typing again. When Kiacyl turned to him, Djaisiuk was prepared.
"Well?" asked Kiacyl sharply. "Are you going to answer me?"
Without a word, Djaisiuk disconnected the extension, lifted the parchment, and handed it to Kiacyl. The latter accepted it with a frown and looked at it.
"I cannot speak aloud to answer you," he read silently, "but I am willing to type what I can to--"
"What is this?" demanded Kiacyl, looking up again. "Do you expect me to speak to a data-entry device?" He threw the parchment against the wall angrily. Leaning forward over Djaisiuk and resting his hands on the bed, he continued, "I'm not some imbecile or laborer who takes instructions that way. I want an answer, and I want it from you, not from a machine!"
Djaisiuk cringed as Kiacyl's left wrist brushed again his own left arm. Noticing this, Kiacyl lifted his hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said sarcastically. "Does that hurt?"
Kiacyl laid his hand across Djaisiuk's and pressed down. Djaisiuk's face contorted somewhat with the pain, but he did not gasp. Instead, he grasped the call device, pressing the button firmly and not letting go.
"I asked you a question, Komislavian," snapped Kiacyl, still pressing his hand against Djaisiuk's, "and I'm waiting for an answer."
The door opened, and Kiacyl started back from the bed as Wysire entered. The latter seemed not to notice Kiacyl's expression, and Kiacyl was quick to hide it. Wysire simply stepped forward to the bed.
"Hello, Djaisiuk," he said. "Eriane said that you wanted to see me."
Djaisiuk lifted the parchment extension, then pointed to the wall where Kiacyl had thrown the parchment. Wysire quickly understood, and he fetched the device and reconnected it. Djaisiuk then began typing again.
"I wish to speak with Kiacyl," he typed, "but he is not willing to read what I type, and I cannot speak. Will you speak to him what I tell you to say?"
Wysire, reading the words, looked at Djaisiuk with some surprise. "Yes," he said. "Yes, of course, if that's what you want."
Djaisiuk seemed to relax somewhat then. He closed his eyes again and continued to type.
"Tell him: the answer you seek is difficult and lengthy. I can attempt to give it here, but it may not be complete. If you want a complete answer, you will need to wait until we've reached Komislava."
Wysire looked up at Kiacyl and repeated what Djaisiuk had typed. Kiacyl sneered.
"I suppose I should have expected that," he said. He shrugged. "I don't know why I'm surprised."
"Djaisiuk says that it's difficult for him to plan now," said Wysire, glancing from the parchment to Kiacyl and back. "He says that he doesn't want to make a rash decision in his condition."
"And killing me quickly would be rash?"
Wysire blinked in surprise, and Djaisiuk opened his eyes. After a short, uncomfortable moment, Djaisiuk typed again.
"Why do you think you are here?" asked Wysire, translating again.
"He knows why I'm here," snapped Kiacyl, indicating Djaisiuk with a nod of the head. "Ask him."
"He does know why you're here, but he says that apparently you don't."
Kiacyl frowned. "Why does he think that I'm here?"
Wysire was not fully able to hide his own surprise, though he obviously tried, as he translated: "You're coming with us to Komislava to live there."
Kiacyl looked at him incredulously. "No, I'm not," he retorted. "That's ridiculous!"
"Do you expect us to kill you?"
Kiacyl closed his mouth. Still looking upset but speaking more calmly now, he said, "I don't expect you to keep me alive."
"He sent you with us to save your life."
Kiacyl didn't answer. He continued to look at Wysire darkly.
"He didn't want you to die with him."
Kiacyl blinked, surprise growing in his expression. "What did you say?" he asked hoarsely.
Wysire looked at Djaisiuk, but the latter typed no more, so Wysire simply repeated the last sentence typed. "He didn't want you to die with him."
Kiacyl seemed to struggle to keep his expression calm. "You're lying," he said. "I don't believe you."
Wysire looked from Kiacyl to Djaisiuk again, waiting. At last, Djaisiuk's fingers began to move.
"Why else would he have sent you with us?"
"He sent me with Djaisiuk."
"He knew that Djaisiuk was the only one who could save your life."
"You're lying!" Kiacyl's fists clenched and unclenched as he glared at Wysire.
"Kiacyl, he loved you," translated Wysire gently.
At that, Kiacyl's restraint gave way. He leaped around the bed with an expression of fury, and Wysire started back, throwing up his own hands to defend himself as Kiacyl struck out at him. Djaisiuk had dropped the extension and grasped the call device, and his finger beat out a quick rhythm on it.
"Kiacyl, wait!" exclaimed Wysire. "Please, I don't even know what you two are talking about."
Kiacyl didn't seem to hear. He attacked Wysire with ferocity, striking with all his might. Fortunately for Wysire, the door opened suddenly, and Eriane and Jaeger both entered. Jaeger leapt forward and caught hold of Kiacyl, holding him back from Wysire, while Eriane quickly moved to make sure that Wysire was alright.
"What's going on here?" asked Jaeger. "Pull yourself together."
"Wysire, are you alright?" asked Eriane.
"If you ever say that again, I'll kill you!" screamed Kiacyl, still looking only at Wysire.
Jaeger and Eriane both looked at Kiacyl and Wysire in surprise, but Wysire only returned their gazes with a look of confusion.
"Kiacyl, I'm only translating," said Wysire gently. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"I don't care!"
Djaisiuk's fingers beat another pattern on the call device, and Eriane's caller beeped in sequence, as Kiacyl struggled to free himself from Jaeger's grasp.
"He's dead," said Jaeger suddenly. "Kiacyl, he's dead."
Kiacyl froze. Jaeger still held him, but he no longer struggled.
"What?" he asked quietly.
"Djaisiuk says he's dead," repeated Jaeger.
Eriane and Wysire now looked at Jaeger questioningly, but Jaeger didn't look at them. Kiacyl slowly straightened himself, pulling his arms from Jaeger's grasp. Jaeger let him go without a fight. Kiacyl then walked calmly to the medical bed and looked down at Djaisiuk. Djaisiuk turned his face to look Kiacyl in the eye.
"I want to go back to Vukosava," said Kiacyl.
Djaisiuk reached for the parchment, but Kiacyl snatched it away and threw it against the wall. Eriane started forward, but then paused as neither Djaisiuk nor Kiacyl looked up. Djaisiuk again grasped the call device, pressing the button again and again as Eriane's caller continued to sound. Eriane again looked at Djaisiuk in confusion, but then Jaeger spoke.
"They'll kill you too," he said.
"I don't care," said Kiacyl between clenched teeth. "I won't go with you."
Djaisiuk continued to look up at him, but he did not now move.
"Kidnapping is an interplanetary offense," sneered Kiacyl, still speaking to Djaisiuk. "And if you don't take me back to Vukosava, I'll let it be known that you kidnapped me."
Djaisiuk still did not react. Kiacyl looked down at him for a moment longer, then turned and walked out of the room.
"Djaisiuk, would you like for me to go after him?" asked Wysire.
Djaisiuk pointed to where the parchment had been thrown, and Jaeger quickly fetched it and gave it to him. Djaisiuk then typed again.
"I want to speak with all of our group," he typed. "Would you call them?"
Wysire read it in surprise, then handed the parchment to Eriane.
"Doctor?" he asked.
"Djaisiuk, you don't need this much excitement," said Eriane after reading the parchment. "Please, you need your rest. Can't this wait?"
Djaisiuk seemed to consider for a moment. "I would prefer to speak with them now," he typed.
Eriane still looked hesitant, but he nodded. "Alright," he said. "If you're sure that that's what you want. I'll call them."
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