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Inside the outpost, Zyr looks at the cube, his brow tense and eyes wide with anxiety.

Sil

Oh hey, there you are!

Sil leans around the corner into the common space. She's chipper and smiling in the face of Zyr's obvious dour.

Zyr

Hi, Sil.

Sil

Finished tuning your llyre. It's on your bunk.

Zyr

Thanks, Sil.

She points to the puzzle cube with a playful smile.

Sil

So what's gonna happen when you finally solve that thing?

Zyr

Ybris will appear and take us all beyond the sky.

Waving him off, Sil heads in the direction of the outpost's pantry. Food fixes everything.

Sil

Well, if that's all it'll take, I'd keep it to yourself--

The Llyran public is liable to be pretty upset you wasted a few thousand years of their time.

The pantry is well stocked with containers and wrapped bundles of food and condiments.

Sil

You want anything? Slurrie? Spicecake?

A covered bowl clearly marked with a simple drawing of Vec's scowling face catches her eye.

Zyr

I'm fine, Sil.

Sil

Ooh, hey!

I think Vec still has some of that xeribean soup left over from last nigh-

Zyr

I'm fine. Thank you for asking.

Sil lifts the lid, grimacing at the questionable contents within.

Sil

...I guess I wasn't really suggesting it. It's terrible, cold.

I just want to help. I...

I know Ro was your-- um.

A beat of silence hangs between them as Zyr and Sil stare at each other. Sil is no longer smiling. Zyr's eyes drift away from Sil once more.

Zyr

On second thought, I'll have a spicecake.