The more Xander talks to the peridexis, the more bamboozled Nita looks. What-?
Oh. Xander can still sense it. She may not be a wizard, but that doesn't mean Bobo's dead.
And the one clear thing Xander can sense right now is that Nita and the peridexis are equally chided by his words.
"... I know," Nita replies at one point, slumping in her seat. "Not sure there's anyone on here who would be. Not anyone whose approval I'd want, anyway."
As for what to do next... "I'm writing a report; what I'd do back home after I got in trouble for doing something unorthodox, or when things just got weird on errantry. Three reasons why I thought what I was doing was a good idea, five reasons why it wasn't, as well as what I got out of using the spell in the first place. After that, I have an apology to write."
She'd looked back up as she'd spoken; now she looks down again.
"I don't even know where to start. Going off everyone's reactions, being angry at the train is justified, but what I did..."
The peridexis echoes that notion, only somewhat intentionally: it doesn't know what it needs, exactly, but it doesn't trust its own judgment right now, let alone in settling Nita's. Yet at the same time, it knows it's no one else's responsibility to fix things...
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Oh. Xander can still sense it. She may not be a wizard, but that doesn't mean Bobo's dead.
And the one clear thing Xander can sense right now is that Nita and the peridexis are equally chided by his words.
"... I know," Nita replies at one point, slumping in her seat. "Not sure there's anyone on here who would be. Not anyone whose approval I'd want, anyway."
As for what to do next... "I'm writing a report; what I'd do back home after I got in trouble for doing something unorthodox, or when things just got weird on errantry. Three reasons why I thought what I was doing was a good idea, five reasons why it wasn't, as well as what I got out of using the spell in the first place. After that, I have an apology to write."
She'd looked back up as she'd spoken; now she looks down again.
"I don't even know where to start. Going off everyone's reactions, being angry at the train is justified, but what I did..."
The peridexis echoes that notion, only somewhat intentionally: it doesn't know what it needs, exactly, but it doesn't trust its own judgment right now, let alone in settling Nita's. Yet at the same time, it knows it's no one else's responsibility to fix things...