[This morning, there is a series of images appearing in the journal. Nothing more, nothing less. Ask what's going on, and you'll probably get more of the same. Luceti is a strange place, isn't it?]
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Guy! I need your help at once.
Of course, what is it?
This diagram- I need to reach this location. Lord Sigmund is waiting for me, but I... [He trails off. ...This is so damned humiliating...!]
The rod...he's not sure, and the other person he doesn't know either. The lines appear to be a map, and those look like trees...can't see but he can hear? It had to be a river.]
Hmm...do you know which river he's talking about in this?
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[Though why he can't actually write or speak a proper sentence to explain things, Edward really has no idea.]
It shouldn't take them long to reach Sigmund at this rate.]
...he looks much younger than Guy was expecting. He's just a kid.]
Are you awake?
[He wasn't worried or anything, why would you think that. It just took a long time, that's all.]
[Hoping Sigmund is awake enough not to shove him aside this time, Edward gently gets his arm behind Sigmund's back to lift him up, trying to shuffle the coat around his shoulders. It's too cold outside to be without it.]
Who...?
Guy Cecil, at your service. Edward asked for my assistance, should you require it.
Once Sigmund has his coat on, Edward fishes out the cup and offers it out to Guy.]
Here, fill this.
I don't understand.
[Guy takes the cup -but is it really safe to fill it straight from the river?- and hesitates. What doesn't he understand? Did it have something to do with why he drew the map instead of writing down directions or asking plainly?
Maybe he needed smaller words. Guy presses his palm flat against his own chest to indicate himself.]
Help.
He glances sidelong at Guy, shifting a bit closer to Sigmund protectively- not from Guy so much as everything. He does nod in agreement, glancing at his lord. Guy is here to help, and he's trustworthy. He's not sure how Sigmund would need that to be conveyed.]
This means nothing to me.
even more than usualnormally? This isn't going to be easy by any means. Edward frowns uncomfortably for a moment, then takes the journal and jots out a little drawing of the house, with an arrow pointing to it. They should get going and worry about this later.][So much for his stalwart defense of his own intelligence.]
Guy had darted off for a moment to go fill the cup as requested and returns to see that they are misunderstanding each other. He holds the cup out for Edward to take and shakes his head.]
Maybe we should just get moving. We can try to figure out what we're all saying somewhere warmer, at least.
My lord, Guy is right. Whatever is afflicting you is probably temporary, so you should rest more comfortably at home.