[Ah, the art of not being focused, that's one Palamedes will never manage to master. To wit, he's already wondering about the flesh mechanics of breath-muscle control, and whether that isn't a kind of self-imposed almost-necromancy — without the theorems and the diagrams, of course, without thanergy, or the implications would be far too strange to really consider...
He hums. Yes, that is a talent he does not have, but he thinks for a moment that if he sits here in the drab rain and listens to Paul talk about it - and his various worlds - that maybe that will be close enough. It's not questioning what he said to the bowl or how he's feeling about any of that now, and that much Palamedes vastly appreciates. The quiet acknowledgement, indirectly at best — there's a shade there that reminds him of Camilla, and that's never a bad thing.
His silence for the next handful of seconds, then, is another thank you; letting the rest seep into the background, and taking the chance to change the subject:]
Do they- God, this is going to sound ridiculous, do they go outside? [A desert planet? And it's not moments away from burning at any given time?? Wild.] On the Sixth we're too close to the star — the Library is on the dark side, and the only reason anyone would go to the light side would be to melt their face off instantly.
[So, like, do they go outside on Arrakis? That's genuinely novel. As an afterthought, he taps the ancient floor of this terrace.]
This is the First. By the way. If we're going to be here waiting for our escort for who knows how long, I wouldn't mind whatever you'd share about your home.
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He hums. Yes, that is a talent he does not have, but he thinks for a moment that if he sits here in the drab rain and listens to Paul talk about it - and his various worlds - that maybe that will be close enough. It's not questioning what he said to the bowl or how he's feeling about any of that now, and that much Palamedes vastly appreciates. The quiet acknowledgement, indirectly at best — there's a shade there that reminds him of Camilla, and that's never a bad thing.
His silence for the next handful of seconds, then, is another thank you; letting the rest seep into the background, and taking the chance to change the subject:]
Do they- God, this is going to sound ridiculous, do they go outside? [A desert planet? And it's not moments away from burning at any given time?? Wild.] On the Sixth we're too close to the star — the Library is on the dark side, and the only reason anyone would go to the light side would be to melt their face off instantly.
[So, like, do they go outside on Arrakis? That's genuinely novel. As an afterthought, he taps the ancient floor of this terrace.]
This is the First. By the way. If we're going to be here waiting for our escort for who knows how long, I wouldn't mind whatever you'd share about your home.
[Either one. Whichever happens to come to mind.]