[it's an annoying kind of comfort to hear the concerns she carries being spoken in someone else's voice; makes her feel less alone in this limbo. while the rest of the isle seems content to move day to day, antic to antic, she comes here, watching the sky, and wonders what more can be done.

and she's none-too-happy about being something of a magical battery against her will, too! magic is great, but...it was better when it was on her own terms, not tethered to a familiar.]

Restore, stabilize... [she shakes her head, her head tilting, lowering her gaze back down to her lap.] With no clear understanding of how much or for how long. Lifetimes may be necessary to stabilize and collect what's needed...!