"Alright, night Feon. You rest up, I'll get to work."
After Feon heads to bed in the room, Pholus moves only a few candles...the rest being blown out, so that he wouldn't bug her. He starts taking out a fancy roll of parchment from his larger traveling bag. Beginning to work on copying the symbol down flat, and leaving his journal open to write in occasionally side-notes/journal entries on today's events. The inventor chuckles to himself a bit as he looks at Feon on the bed resting who somehow managed to push off the blanket off of her. He heads over quickly to put it back on her...then goes over to get a small bundle of blue and red herbs to put by her bedside to keep her company...kinda thinking that would probably make her feel better. After doing so, he goes back to working on a 'legal' documentation to allow Feon and himself to look into the Armory and take out any top-grade equipment out of the building...for certain 'use' which would be described by themselves. Pholus continues working on two copies of this documentation, making sure Feon would have a spare too just in case. Eventually, he sleeps in the corner of the room, the two documents rolled up and readied inside his traveling pack...sticking out of the side of the bag.
"...set...project finished."