[ So the door of the room are a block they won't get through. It might be possible to stir the memories there but— it will take either time or a damn good divinator. Better than a total amateur like him. ]

Bastards... [ Caster would curse them more, but instead he pats Myr one last time and takes his hand away ] Thank you, I won't interrupt your resting anymore.

[ Everett would probably step in if required, alas. He takes a small pouch with dried herbs and hands it to Myr. ]

Should your sleep be troubled, add this to tea it should help. When you feel better to let me know if you want to learn more about those memories. I might know how to get in touch with a diviner but— they won't be able to come here.

[ They're of resistance after all. ]