#mimida

Mim cauterized the stitches on his mouth himself using a spell sigil. He knows some ritual magic from watching Tythus!

Mim used to play his flute in accompaniment with his lusus who lived on the grounds of the Church.

"gone"

Just like the rest of them!

He rolls his tongue around in his mouth.

He doesn't really want to do that.

Well, there was that one he showed before. He can probably do that again, to get you off his back.

He blinks. The screen flashes on and the familiar scene appears.

"--made it while you were busy in the archives yesterday! It's honeysuckle and lilac, hints of cashmere wood, some pear leaves and, uhm... there's a couple other things, too. Here, I wrote them all on the label."

The troll turns the bottle in her hand to show Mim the label, then passes it into his hand. He holds the label open and scans the rest of the ingredients, then brings it up to his face to smell. When he looks up, shes smiling at him warmly and excitedly.

"Do you li-"

The screen drops.

He nods, not looking up from his book.

He knows you'd like him to answer like he did before.

"Tucana... ...Corvus."

"...they were all… …polite… …with me…"

"Corvus… …was… …quieter… Tucana… louder…"

A scene cuts into view. You look up at a large troll working away within some scaffolding. The structure around him wrecked, though not by age. The figure turns away from his work and waves. A small hand waves back.

It roughly cuts to a view of a woman laughing as she places a book back on a shelf. The audio is jittery. Mimida hands her another book from the cart in front of him. She looks at it then turns it in her hand.

You hear her voice.

"Thiiiiis one doesn't go here, actually. I know, it looks like it does, that's my bad, b-"

He sighs and closes his book again.

Its arduous for him to assemble these sentences! Perfect memory aside. However, it is also his job.

He holds up two fingers.