Tilia had spent the rest of the night looting and piling up the corpses outside and started a big bonfire. By the time the sun finally appeared in the sky, the bonfire had gone out, leaving some nicely charred corpses behind.

"Hey Rein! Can you help me out? I don't know where this piece of spine is supposed to be."

"No, in fact, I want you to stop playing around with skeletons, they're not for show." Rein, who was busy reading a book from the small in-house library flipped a page. "In fact, it'll be better if you bury them."

"But I want to make some warning signs!"

"..."

"What do you mean I made enough the last time?" She scowled at Indas, whom had taken a short pause from writing in a small book, to gesture in a wide sweep at the ring of poles with skulls upon them ringing in the house.

"Yeah... But some got broken in the fighting! Needs replacement! How about you Ferran? Can you help me?"

She shook her head. The fighting had left her clothes covered in blood and undesirable bodily contents and she were in the process of washing them. She repeatedly dunked them into the washbin, the water soon contaminated with a disgusting pink or red upper layer.

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"..."

"Hmm?"

"He's feeling sorry for you. Your body look like it was worked over with a saw and a club." Rein took his time to look up to translate.

She looked her body over. The scars and gashes had healed, but few places had been left untouched during her imprisonment. Before she could carry on, Carys appeared in the doorway. Seeing her, she came over and handed her a small jar.

"Rub this on your scars... It'll help. Tilia, you can stay here, Rein, Indas, come with me, we have to do a proper dive in the library to identify the mark we found."

"I'm already doing that... But fine."

"..."

"Fine, if you're actually that busy."

With that, Rein and Carys headed back inside, leaving the three alone outside. Tilia shrugged and continued tinkering with her latest piece of art, giving not half a care for anything else. Ferran went back to cleaning her clothes, and finally, after much scrubbing and changing water, her clothes began on the path towards clean. A hand brushed her shoulder and she looked up to see Indas standing over her, holding the small book he had been working on in his hands.

"..." He gestured for her to take it, and she accepted after wiping her hands.

The book turned out to be a manual of sorts. Without text, instead it was page up and page down with a variety of drawings illustrating a myriad of what appeared to be responses and questions. He pointed to the first page where a person seemed to understand some great mystery, then pointed just below. She looked at the bottom part, and nodded, which made his face light up into a smile. A very long path had opened in front of her.