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In his office-turned-greenhouse, Crassus combed through a series of mission reports with Murk's help. The Advisor took a little time each day to help him organize the reports in a more manageable way. Some days, it was the only time they saw each other. And since their intimacy, Crassus found himself valuing the time even more.
The Captain was mid consideration on the matter when something drew his attention. The more lively plants in his menagerie had suddenly recoiled in one part of the room, near a patch of spreading shadow.
Ah. Crassus had wondered when curiosity or something like it would get the better of the new Spirit aboard his ship. Longer than he'd expected in truth. The shadow inched away from its natural location and Crassus gestured for Murk to be still and quiet.
The shadow dissolved into the all too familiar soots to avoid a reaching vine, scattering across the floor-
The wards of his inner sanctum activated, flashing purple light and mist. And there Linnaeus stood, forced into solid form and looking absolutely stunned, gaping, clutching a book to his chest.
"....er, hi!" The boy trilled.
