Slippy!! These dogs are absolutely vicious, how dare they?!? They didn’t even leave a body behind. But Slippy is magical, though I barely understand the magic sustaining him. So this cannot be it, there must be a solution. I need to think, what did I do when Slippy first appeared. *frantic scribbles, like her hands are slightly shaking*
The others decided to rest in what could be best described as the old dormitories of the mine complex, which gave me some time. Some time to put together the charcoal, incense, and herbs we had in one of the braziers, the same as I normally would as I go through my diary and write in it each night. It reminds me of how all the rooms smelled in the monastery in Aresia, where this habit started. I’m trying to recreate the conditions he first appeared in. And there they are… the notes for the spell I didn’t think I could do. So I focus on that and on the memory of him. The comfort his presence brought me in dark times. It takes a while, but there he is on my shoulder so I just gingerly pick him up and bring him to my lap, where he just curls up. Who knows what terror he’s been through. I am sorry, I will take better care of you!
[later on]
Something has happened to Aeneas. Helikaon looks stricken. Slippy is just screaming in my head! Hopefully we can help him!