"And how far does a phylactery work for? Is there a point where it would stop working?" It's something that's come up in reading but when she's had to start from very much the beginning and work her way through everything? She can't dwell on everything, little notes scribbled down in places to find out more about from people but when it comes up it comes up. Bard training takes up the greatest chunk of her day then her nights she needs to be in the tavern to send a report back every third back every third night to the Nightingale.

"I won't judge you. I have to rank you to know how much work there is to be done," she explains patiently, pushing herself up again until she gets to the top where she flips up and over in an easy motion, leaning over to peer down at his progress. "I've been doing this long enough I know, which...is less than helpful but I go for a walk, run my hand along, lean against it sometimes, press it. See if there's any rock at the bottom, if anything is growing through it. I know my weight, I know how I move. This is why I teach falling first. Because you need to learn like that. It's the only way."

It's how she learned. Falling off into the waters below, clipping railings, statues, balconies or other hazards and breaking bones or hurting herself in other ways. Picking herself up and dusting herself off.

"If you walk the battlements up top you can get a good look at the sections ahead, so long as you're not staring out at the mountains."