[Palamedes hums, eyebrows raised as he peers at the state of Paul's hand, both concern and curiosity. He doesn't, ah — well, it wouldn't be helpful to idly comment on how he didn't forget a single thing, but then, he supposes he has more experience with holding himself together than the average person. Or the Bene Gesserit trained person, a phrase that means absolutely nothing at all to him.]

I'm excellent at keeping secrets, [he offers, a little wry.] We don't welcome many visitors on the Sixth.

[So he understands, at least in the most basic sense. This Sisterhood sounds perfectly normal, which does not necessarily mean perfectly safe. He taps a knuckle experimentally, just to see what response that gets.]

You're crystallizing in every limb? [buddy.] When we're out of here, I'll come find you, we'll cut them out. Think of it as further education.

[By which he mostly means don't object, but details. Don't, though; it is not optional.]

Who knows; maybe I'll look as bad as you by the time I get there.

[ha ha how ironic would that be huh]

In the meantime, I don't know how to tempt these memories into letting us leave, so I could show you where Cam and I stayed, if you like. Unfortunately, most of the interesting places in here are incredibly haunted.