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Lhirin took in the various additions and modifications to his secondary proposal for a plan. He nodded quietly to himself, eyes wide as ever as he glanced around for a bit before falling still in thought–almost unnaturally still in fact. After a moment he shifted and nodded again. [color=silver][b]“Though few plans survive contact with unknown elements, this is a good place for us to start,”[/b][/color] he commented, almost seeming to say it more to himself than the others–though he had certainly intended to say it aloud. After that, the deigan man gently–almost tenderly–moved the melenian journal he’d retrieved earlier up so that he could slowly leaf through its pages. As he’d expected–and seen earlier–he couldn’t read it visually. He ran a delicate finger over one page, again noting the scratch marks he had previously. Nodding slightly, Lhirin turned from the table after noting the positioning that had been denoted, and walked back to stand beside Irah.

As he stood there, he gently bumped her shoulder with her own, gave her a pointed look and then opened to the first page of the journal and began to slowly trace his fingers over the page. Even when they moved out, Lhirin would continue to do the same as he ‘read’ the journal while expecting Irah to somewhat guide and correct him or draw his attention if needed.