Well, no is easy enough to understand. At least he doesn't have to worry about a zombie riding a glacier crashing through the library or anything so dramatic as that. But it still leaves him at something of a loss for what to do. Iskierka has given him some very interesting information, but not much he can actually work with. He picks up his journal and, absently, starts to pace the length of the table. He doesn't notice Iskierka staring at his pockets, nor the way Castor finally lets herself down from the candelabra.

"I don't suppose your Sleeper is nearby, are they?"

He watched his friend, sister of his heart, consumed. Ford's not great at reading between the emotional lines, but that's parses as pretty personal despite the third person perspective. So why share it with a complete stranger if this archlich isn't even here? Why write it down at all? And why choose him, assuming it's even a choice? And--

Ford lapses into the sort of thought that can only be interrupted by an answer to his question a moment ago. Castor is aware of this, and take the opportunity to carefully scuttle closer to Iskierka and study her new friend.