Mayerling stays where he is at first, hidden away as best as possible. When the light seems more than blocked but gone, he does the geometry to navigate the room without crossing a single beam of sunlight, no matter how narrow. His dance across the room happens both with supernatural grace and supernatural speed. The blink of an eye, maybe less.

He's still there when Gaia announces her return. "Come on in," Mayerling offers, distracted, as he stares intently at the physical structure of the magical substance originally of leaf and glass. It's incredible.

"Remarkable. You never thought about doing that before?" Mayerling asks, "On the spot job? Just like that?"