[PQ] with our backs against the wall

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Indeed, Remi looked uncharacteristically drained. Nodding gratefully at Deimos, Remi slumped against the wall and let himself sink down. Wrapping his hands around his knees and then letting his head loll forward, Remi did his best not let himself entirely fade away from consciousness much as his weary body might have demanded in.

"I am sure Bastien would be happy to paint something." He mused, mostly mumbling into his own legs, before glancing up. "It would be believable enough that he'd create a huge and controversial piece that Amalia would only feel comfortable displaying down here." This latter portion was said with a wry grin.

As the tunnel proceeded to the point where bracing was needed, Remi fished out a roll of parchment and pen. They looked perfectly ordinary but were anything but. With a few quick strokes Remi had captured the tunnel they were building from a side-view, as if it were merely 2-dimensional. However as he sketched, a 3D version suddenly appeared hovered over the paper, so that it could be viewed from all angles. "If we brace like this as we go..." He mumbled, holding the paper to Deimos, "...I think it would hold." His only evidence was purely theoretical though, so he was more than happy for input.