Regretfully, I wriggle my way out of my comfy little dirt coffin, shaking off the detritus still sticking to my body for a moment before I get the urge to just step into a nearby barren zone instead. On the other hand, it sounds like people don't get to choose the kind of spells they're born with, so it'd be unfair of me to judge the Pneuma mage while being hesitant to do the same to the Chaos mage. That said, they also don't seem to be particularly friendly with one another, as while the two non-humans (who are called dentron, if I recall correctly) occasionally chatter a bit with each other, they barely acknowledge Sindri at all and seem to treat him with mild suspicion. The three of them seem to be quite experienced working together, effortlessly completing their individual jobs without a word and without getting in each other's way.

I guess I should put more effort into mentally thinking of him by his name, 'Sindri,' because it would be kind of awkward to send over my nickname for him instead, no matter how fitting. Mindfucker and his pals are all up and about, cleaning up the campsite. I flex all my legs in sequence to make sure I know which ones are which, and start taking in my surroundings. My weird burrower instincts took over last night so I dug underneath the blanket given to me and put it on top of me. Now that I'm very, very far away from my bed, I nonetheless find myself comfortable and warm, my many-legged body nestled pleasantly in the earth. Brendan even found a set of foam blocks that I can stick on my claws to prevent me from ripping up my bedsheets any more when I sleep, and they also give that pleasantly tingly feeling of stabbing something, which helped a lot with my anxiety about getting in bed. After getting home from Brendan's house I just streamed most of the day, which helped take my mind off of things. A comforting pressure surrounds me as I wake, though I'm immediately aware I am no longer in my bed.

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