[ kaveh looks. the sleeping girl wakes up. the apple gets dislodged from her throat. the prince finds her in the ashes and the lost shoe fits. tales from mondstadt, kaveh thinks. don quixote had been right. there are certain elements within stories that simply pass on from world to world, without much rhyme or reason. the vahumana once positioned a collective unconsciousness. there had been a terrible experiment done for it. kaveh hadn't expected to see it again in another, more benign form.

'thinks like that don't happen for me', ghost says. kaveh says: ]

Eat. [ he slips ghost's plate in front of her. fork-tender lamb and beans, the pungent scent of herbs with a scent that can only be described as green. savoury and warm. kaveh takes a seat across from her.

it hadn't been a 'no'. ] And then tell me what you know about Netzach, or at least the parts that you know that you're certain you're able to share.