...I'm meant to do something important, aren't I. [ Her voice sounds dry. She's doing her best, okay. Something she can't just stop. But...

There's a thought. Her eyes flutter close. ] I wish not to ask too much of the Gods of this star, and yet, if I could reach them...

[ Oh. There's a little whimper again. ] My worry about technology is-- it's because of Garlemald. [ She's still trying to think everything though. ]