The Vesmier nods, making a gesture at the tips of his fingers which is probably meant to indicate that he has it under control. "I'll go into a trance when we're finished," he says. Aside from the Master thing, it wasn't... too taxing. Though it may be that his standards for "too taxing" have changed dramatically since coming here, where he routinely gives himself these sorts of headaches. "And yourself?"

As all right as one can be with all one's raw patches arrayed at the top of one's psyche. As all right as one an be when one plans to walk into a situation one cannot control and which one expects to destroy one. Nothing about this has Ves comfortable at all.