un: man's greatest treasure [text]

[reparo]

[While on the boat ride from hell, there's a point in the first night where Hermione decides what the hell, for morale.]

I have mint leaves for anyone who is sea-sick, so please reach out if you would like some. I can float them to your boat. Chewing on peppermint would've been better, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[There is a pause on her end here, before she writes out the rest:]

For whoever is holding the candles lit, if you are having trouble staying awake or keeping calm, maybe we can exchange stories. Surely if we whisper into our pendants...

Oh, one more thing! Does anyone know how to change the display name on these bloody things?

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[paperbutterflies]

We travel by boat.

[ So, yes. The usual. ]

[downswing]

Measure your breaths. Do not glance past the boat's rim.

[paperbutterflies]

Measuring breaths helps, and so do the leaves. Not looking makes little difference, as the boat still moves.

[ He's doing his best, dad. Honest. ]

[downswing]

Perhaps to see less of the movement.

[paperbutterflies]

[ After a little bit. ]

It makes little difference. I am sorry.

[ He tried. ]

[downswing]

Frailty of the body is seldom weakness of the mind.

[paperbutterflies]

Seldom. I understand, Hanguang-jun.

[ He does. It is a reassurance, but also in his mind it is a reminder to not grow complacent.

Then again, in this place, how could he? ]

[downswing]

Seldom. Not today.