Sarkan shoots Cosima a Look, and bends beneath the table for a tome he set atop his travel-trunk. He tosses it on the table and slides it to her.
It's a herbology tome, of course: a catalog of Thedosian flora and fauna and their alchemic properties.
"Yes, I'm eminently aware of that."
The dryness vacates his tone for what he suggests next.
"I should like to know about it if you learn anything from that girl's case." As it is, all he can imagine doing with his constrained magic is watch how quickly the shard saps that girl's life away. Any attempt at purging her shard was more likely to result in a painful death -- or worse -- than not. "If you find her."
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It's a herbology tome, of course: a catalog of Thedosian flora and fauna and their alchemic properties.
"Yes, I'm eminently aware of that."
The dryness vacates his tone for what he suggests next.
"I should like to know about it if you learn anything from that girl's case." As it is, all he can imagine doing with his constrained magic is watch how quickly the shard saps that girl's life away. Any attempt at purging her shard was more likely to result in a painful death -- or worse -- than not. "If you find her."