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"No. There's no way to tell. You're just fine and then you're...there and it doesn't stop until the end of the story." Truthfully Sam didn't know if there was a way to check or not, but he had been caught unawares by the book so they clearly didn't come with warning signs.
Isla agreed to walk back with him, so Sam began towards the settlement. Before they left he glanced back at the crumbled ground where he had fallen - the mists beneath were not welcoming. He wasn't sure what it took to kill an Ascended, but he was glad he hadn't had to find out by reaching the bottom of the gorge.
"Oh-" He nodded and smiled brightly at the idea of helping to make such a book. "It would be an honour. I-I have made a lot of non-fiction books. Some of them about medicine already, but I'm sure you have in-insights. I have asked other Outlanders for information, too."
The idea of secretly making tomes of Outlander knowledge appealed to him well. It was a way to have a successful project yet stay out of the spotlight, the real stars the ones who provided the information. It was unlikely he would even write his name anywhere on the book, anonymity too appealing.
"Is the medicine here much different from your home..?"
I AM THE OCEAN CLAWING AT YOUR MOON
