The comfort of a certain future, even a certainly fraught one, far outweighs not knowing what will befall you at all, I expect.

[Gods know such considerations have helped Y'shtola keep a level head all these moons. If nothing else, she hopes it lifts Terra a bit out of her despondent spirits.]

While my mind is on our friends, I've wondered for days how you managed to move Arthur from where he fell to his lodgings unassisted.

[Clover was probably there, but the faerie isn't exactly constructed for heavy lifting.]