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@burning-bug
As flames grow hot do wounds go deep
Hello traveler, and welcome to the wisp thicket. Mind your step. And your silk.
I was left behind when the rest of the thicket were summoned by father, but that has not stopped me in my faith toward him.
Grabs the Bluntpet (weed trumpet) and plays it as hard as possible
(ooc: warning for loud and sudden audio)
FUCKING WHY—
… bloody hell was that noise-?
One of those cauldron cogworker hauler things must’ve blown up. Ignore it, it’s fine.
FUCKKKKKKKK MY ASS IS ON FIRE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Well do we have the solution for you!
Trobbio’s coat
what on earth? strange gifts you lot give
What if your lantern staff thingy was replaced with a comically large spoon
How irritating. I will rebuild this into another lantern staff just you wait.
A white wisp float over, it's eyes locking onto the burning bug.
"Hello sibling of flame, how are you today? We have not talked in a while and I feel the need to check up."
- @a-simple-messenger
Oh, hello again. You have missed quite a bit since your brief departure.
"Oh? What has happened since my disappearance? Hopefully nothing too dreadful."
I would not describe it as dreadful, or at least if it was I cannot recall those parts.
Let's see... we have some snail eggs we're planning to raise as our own, the pyrosopherchild has returned from hiding and is aiding in the regeneration of our shrubbery. My apprentice the patchworkchild has graduated to full-time thicketguard... Ah I cannot remember the rest. That should be assez though.
And what of you?
can i eat fire
I would not recommend it. However I will not stop you.
A white wisp float over, it's eyes locking onto the burning bug.
"Hello sibling of flame, how are you today? We have not talked in a while and I feel the need to check up."
- @a-simple-messenger
Oh, hello again. You have missed quite a bit since your brief departure.
*the guardianchild approaches slowly*
so... another new arrival I take it?
How'd you come to live 'ere then?
@burning-buf
( @burning-bug )
"Oh? Ah, no no no, I'm not living here. I've just came here to visit my... Mother, I suppose."
Fascinating... this would be the Thicketmother yes? You do not seem a typical child of this thicket, perhaps...
"Because I'm not. I'm a Nightmare Child and my Flame is Red. It is more of a dream fire, rather than the real one that you have. Do you have any more questions or I can leave?"
Tsk.
No, no more questions. I haven't words to use for the Frightened Souls such as you.
He turned around and was ready to leave, but stopped. ".. How'd you called me?" DOES THEE TELLS US THAT WE ARE FRIGHTENED!? WE ARE FRIGHTENING, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!!
Tis a term I have recently discovered to mean those in service to that falselight of yours. Good day.
*It walks away, not waiting for a response.*
*the guardianchild approaches slowly*
so... another new arrival I take it?
How'd you come to live 'ere then?
@burning-buf
( @burning-bug )
"Oh? Ah, no no no, I'm not living here. I've just came here to visit my... Mother, I suppose."
Fascinating... this would be the Thicketmother yes? You do not seem a typical child of this thicket, perhaps...
"Because I'm not. I'm a Nightmare Child and my Flame is Red. It is more of a dream fire, rather than the real one that you have. Do you have any more questions or I can leave?"
Tsk.
No, no more questions. I haven't words to use for the Frightened Souls such as you.
Hello again apprenticechild! That is your preferred title yes?
@burning-bug
The Burning Bug waved a bit as it saw the other approaching.
"Greetings, Guardian-child! I do hope you've been well," it said, gently swaying its staff back and forth almost subconsciously. "A- my title? I do not care what you refer to me as. I know the Performer-child called me the Patchwork-child once" It vaguely gestured to one of the gray patches in its hood. "That is what the rest of the Burning Bugs know me as... I think. But truly, it does not matter," it said with a shrug.
Patchworkchild is a more fitting name, at least in long run. You will not be my apprentice forever after all.
Speaking of which: we haven't done anything relating to your apprenticeship recently, and as such I cannot quite remember what else you needed taught. So, was there anything?
"There was.. uh... not much that I can recall. Last time you were having some trouble with your own teleportation and ran off in a hurry." It looked a little worried. "If you don't mind me asking... what was that about?"
That was... I have been having trouble with my teleportation for a while now but it slipped my mind at the time. Not entirely sure why it persists after my maladies have disappeared, but it's likely unimportant and I simply shouldn't have made it the basis of last lesson.
With that out of the way, would you essentially say you're ready to become a fulltime thicketguard? I'm not entirely sure my training is being of much help anymore and you seem to have a lot of the essential skills.
The Patchwork-child heasitantly nodded. "That would be your call, but I'd say so. ...Yeah. I'm certainly more skilled than when I properly met you, Guardian-child."
Well then, Patchworkchild, I would say you are ready.
I'm meant to to some sort of ceremonial speech but that's never really been my calling so I'll just cut to the chase: You are hereby no longer my apprentice, and are now fully a guardian of this sacred thicket.
*the guardianchild approaches slowly*
so... another new arrival I take it?
How'd you come to live 'ere then?
@burning-buf
( @burning-bug )
"Oh? Ah, no no no, I'm not living here. I've just came here to visit my... Mother, I suppose."
Fascinating... this would be the Thicketmother yes? You do not seem a typical child of this thicket, perhaps...
*Familiar knocking on the door.*
@burning-bug
Phlogiston had just been in the middle of creating a miracle when he heard knocking at his door. He put on his mask, and walked to the door, opening it, and seeing the Guardian-child on the other side.
"Oh, hello again, Guardian-child!" He greeted. "What are you here for?" The question may have sounded rude, but Phlogiston meant it politely. He just... wasn't great at phrasing things.
Simply... checking by. You wouldn't have happened to be doing anything important just now were you?
*It's carrying a small bag alongside it's staff.*
"I was, actually," Phlogiston said. "As I usually am... Well, actually, I suppose I only spend about half of my time doing something important. The rest is spent eating, sleeping, and drinking... Actually, I suppose taking care of my health is important... Whatever.
"See, we recently got back... Remember all of the land we lost that became part of the Underworks? Well, we had that land given back to us. But it's barren; the soil can't seem to support plantlife anymore! So right now, I am working on a way to fix that; I even have an idea."
Phlogiston looked at the bag. "Er. What do you have there? If you don't mind me asking. Alternatively, you could just... Not tell me and keep your secrets, I guess."
Oh, we've finally managed to reclaim some of the sootland above? How marvelous, I didn't think I'd see the day so soon. What's this solution you speak of when it comes to regrowth of plant?
As for my bag, tis simply some more thicketbread. There's a drop of gasoline in it this time, but not as much as my last attempt with that substance so it keeps the same bread consistency.
"Well... Not so much reclaim as much as we were given it back..." Phlogiston shook his head. "That doesn't matter; my solution was... Well. You see, I have... a lot of Silk just, lying around. I don't use it in my lanterns anymore, so I don't really know what to use it for. Perhaps binding wounds, but we don't get injured often enough for that. But... I realized that Silk is made from Soul, and Soul is life energy, and so there must be some way to convert Silk into life, plant life."
Phlogiston seemed rather proud of this... and then he processed what Guardian-child said.
"... Gasoline is poisonous," He said. "It's... highly toxic. I fed it to a few mites and they died some... rather awful deaths. Why would you... bake it into... bread?"
Phlogiston's confusion was palpable. "No, gasoline appears to be used best as an explosive. At least, that's the best use I've found for it. Granted, I don't think it's the gasoline itself that is doing the exploding, it appears to be the gasoline mixing with the air... But I digress. Very good explosive, though sadly not the substance I need to create stronger Wispfire... I need to make the burning more efficient, I think, but how?..."
Using silk to seed plantlife... an interesting idea. Perhaps it would be safer to extract the soul from within the silk for that use however. I'm sure you would know how to do that, considering your experience in experiments.
I would disagree on the toxicity of gasoline however. As I said in my first attempt at gasoline bread I used quite a few drops, which gave the bread a liquid texture and bitter aftertaste, but otherwise was roughly the same as normal bread. I do not see how a single drop in this bread would be any more fatal.
"Extract... Huh? Silk is just Soul made solid, there's nothing to extract it from," Phlogiston said. "It's like saying 'extract water' from ice... I suppose I can turn the Soul into a liquid, or gas, but I'm not sure what need there is for that?"
"And, I mean, it did kill those mites, though. I have the corpses still, if you want to see. I can go get them! I put a few of them in these boxes that I made all cold and icy; see, I want to see if ice might be able to preserve meat. So far, it seems to be working."
No, no, you misunderstand. Silk is different from soul in an important way: it has within it elements of the grand Falselight of the golden. Simply extracting the soul from said binding, removes the ability for that Falselight to utilise it, and renders the old binding useless. It's no mere solid soul as you seem to believe.
I would like to observe some of these ice-preserved mites if you would so allow. If you don't find any use for them I may prepare a stew.
... How does Phlogiston explain that he is, by far, more of an expert on Silk than the bug before him, being able to create it himself and having tried to cure the Haunting, without outing himself... He doesn't.
"... One moment."
Phlogiston went into his lab again, created a quick tool to turn Soul into Silk, walked back to the doorway, stabbed himself with the tool, bit his tongue to hold back the pain as his Soul was extracted, and then a small strand of Silk was created.
"As... Ow, that, wow, this hurts so much more than I expected it to... As you can see, I can turn Soul into Silk without adding anything new to it. Soul is just... solid Silk... Ow, Ow, Ow, this was a bad... Bad idea... And also, if it does have some connection to this 'falselight' you speak of, it would merely Hold on, er..."
Phlogiston walked back into his lab, bandaged himself up (he'd Bind his wounds properly after the Guardian-child left), and then grabbed the boxes to give to the Guardian-child. He returned to the doorway, and placed all but one of the boxes down.
"I'll... I'll keep one of the boxes to continue observing the preservative effects of the ice, but you can have the mites within the rest of the boxes."
The Pyrosopher paused.
"... I can turn the Silk into Soul, liquid or gaseous or otherwise, if you truly wish me to. It would just be... I think it would be unnecessary."
*The guardianchild stuffs the boxes in it's bag, and plucks the strand of silk.*
Many thanks for the boxes.
So you claim to have synthesised silk here? If we simply do this- *It raises the strand to it's staff, igniting the silk.* -we can see the way it burns is different. However, if the rest of your silk is harvested of this converted soul, rather than taken as silk in it's own form, then reextraction would be unnecessary.
Perhaps it would be a better idea for now at least for you to rest. I'd offer you my bread but I'm afraid you wouldn't appreciate the use of gasoline.
"... It does not burn differently," The Pyrosopher said. "I have burn a great many different Silks in a great many different ways, and the Silk extracted from Soul and the Silk made from a spinneret do not burn any differently. Please, Guardian-child; it is literally my job to know these things. My title means 'knower of fire.'"
The Pyrosopher-child yawned as the Guardian-child mentioned rest. "Mm. You're right... I should get rest. Oh, and if you want to trade any of your non-gasoline-based bread for my thicketberry wine, that's a trade I'd gladly make."
Perhaps you are right here, I concede I concede.
*Internally, it wishes it would've said "But your title isn't Knower of Silk now is it?"*
I do have some regular bread I could offer, it's just in one of these pockets and I'm not quite sure which...
*It rummaged through hood pockets for a solid minute and a half before retrieving a smaller than average loaf of bread. It's a little stale.*
I knew it was in there. Hopefully this should suffice.
"Thanks," Phlogiston said, taking the bread, and then going to a cabinet in his lab, pulling out a bamboo-made bottle of wine, and handing it to Guardian-child. "Let me know what you think. I've uh. I've been working hard to perfect this stuff for a while now."
*It takes the bottle in one of it's free hands.*
I'll let you know how it is when next we meet. Take care til then pyrosopherchild.
Hello again apprenticechild! That is your preferred title yes?
@burning-bug
The Burning Bug waved a bit as it saw the other approaching.
"Greetings, Guardian-child! I do hope you've been well," it said, gently swaying its staff back and forth almost subconsciously. "A- my title? I do not care what you refer to me as. I know the Performer-child called me the Patchwork-child once" It vaguely gestured to one of the gray patches in its hood. "That is what the rest of the Burning Bugs know me as... I think. But truly, it does not matter," it said with a shrug.
Patchworkchild is a more fitting name, at least in long run. You will not be my apprentice forever after all.
Speaking of which: we haven't done anything relating to your apprenticeship recently, and as such I cannot quite remember what else you needed taught. So, was there anything?
"There was.. uh... not much that I can recall. Last time you were having some trouble with your own teleportation and ran off in a hurry." It looked a little worried. "If you don't mind me asking... what was that about?"
That was... I have been having trouble with my teleportation for a while now but it slipped my mind at the time. Not entirely sure why it persists after my maladies have disappeared, but it's likely unimportant and I simply shouldn't have made it the basis of last lesson.
With that out of the way, would you essentially say you're ready to become a fulltime thicketguard? I'm not entirely sure my training is being of much help anymore and you seem to have a lot of the essential skills.
*Familiar knocking on the door.*
@burning-bug
Phlogiston had just been in the middle of creating a miracle when he heard knocking at his door. He put on his mask, and walked to the door, opening it, and seeing the Guardian-child on the other side.
"Oh, hello again, Guardian-child!" He greeted. "What are you here for?" The question may have sounded rude, but Phlogiston meant it politely. He just... wasn't great at phrasing things.
Simply... checking by. You wouldn't have happened to be doing anything important just now were you?
*It's carrying a small bag alongside it's staff.*
"I was, actually," Phlogiston said. "As I usually am... Well, actually, I suppose I only spend about half of my time doing something important. The rest is spent eating, sleeping, and drinking... Actually, I suppose taking care of my health is important... Whatever.
"See, we recently got back... Remember all of the land we lost that became part of the Underworks? Well, we had that land given back to us. But it's barren; the soil can't seem to support plantlife anymore! So right now, I am working on a way to fix that; I even have an idea."
Phlogiston looked at the bag. "Er. What do you have there? If you don't mind me asking. Alternatively, you could just... Not tell me and keep your secrets, I guess."
Oh, we've finally managed to reclaim some of the sootland above? How marvelous, I didn't think I'd see the day so soon. What's this solution you speak of when it comes to regrowth of plant?
As for my bag, tis simply some more thicketbread. There's a drop of gasoline in it this time, but not as much as my last attempt with that substance so it keeps the same bread consistency.
"Well... Not so much reclaim as much as we were given it back..." Phlogiston shook his head. "That doesn't matter; my solution was... Well. You see, I have... a lot of Silk just, lying around. I don't use it in my lanterns anymore, so I don't really know what to use it for. Perhaps binding wounds, but we don't get injured often enough for that. But... I realized that Silk is made from Soul, and Soul is life energy, and so there must be some way to convert Silk into life, plant life."
Phlogiston seemed rather proud of this... and then he processed what Guardian-child said.
"... Gasoline is poisonous," He said. "It's... highly toxic. I fed it to a few mites and they died some... rather awful deaths. Why would you... bake it into... bread?"
Phlogiston's confusion was palpable. "No, gasoline appears to be used best as an explosive. At least, that's the best use I've found for it. Granted, I don't think it's the gasoline itself that is doing the exploding, it appears to be the gasoline mixing with the air... But I digress. Very good explosive, though sadly not the substance I need to create stronger Wispfire... I need to make the burning more efficient, I think, but how?..."
Using silk to seed plantlife... an interesting idea. Perhaps it would be safer to extract the soul from within the silk for that use however. I'm sure you would know how to do that, considering your experience in experiments.
I would disagree on the toxicity of gasoline however. As I said in my first attempt at gasoline bread I used quite a few drops, which gave the bread a liquid texture and bitter aftertaste, but otherwise was roughly the same as normal bread. I do not see how a single drop in this bread would be any more fatal.
"Extract... Huh? Silk is just Soul made solid, there's nothing to extract it from," Phlogiston said. "It's like saying 'extract water' from ice... I suppose I can turn the Soul into a liquid, or gas, but I'm not sure what need there is for that?"
"And, I mean, it did kill those mites, though. I have the corpses still, if you want to see. I can go get them! I put a few of them in these boxes that I made all cold and icy; see, I want to see if ice might be able to preserve meat. So far, it seems to be working."
No, no, you misunderstand. Silk is different from soul in an important way: it has within it elements of the grand Falselight of the golden. Simply extracting the soul from said binding, removes the ability for that Falselight to utilise it, and renders the old binding useless. It's no mere solid soul as you seem to believe.
I would like to observe some of these ice-preserved mites if you would so allow. If you don't find any use for them I may prepare a stew.
... How does Phlogiston explain that he is, by far, more of an expert on Silk than the bug before him, being able to create it himself and having tried to cure the Haunting, without outing himself... He doesn't.
"... One moment."
Phlogiston went into his lab again, created a quick tool to turn Soul into Silk, walked back to the doorway, stabbed himself with the tool, bit his tongue to hold back the pain as his Soul was extracted, and then a small strand of Silk was created.
"As... Ow, that, wow, this hurts so much more than I expected it to... As you can see, I can turn Soul into Silk without adding anything new to it. Soul is just... solid Silk... Ow, Ow, Ow, this was a bad... Bad idea... And also, if it does have some connection to this 'falselight' you speak of, it would merely Hold on, er..."
Phlogiston walked back into his lab, bandaged himself up (he'd Bind his wounds properly after the Guardian-child left), and then grabbed the boxes to give to the Guardian-child. He returned to the doorway, and placed all but one of the boxes down.
"I'll... I'll keep one of the boxes to continue observing the preservative effects of the ice, but you can have the mites within the rest of the boxes."
The Pyrosopher paused.
"... I can turn the Silk into Soul, liquid or gaseous or otherwise, if you truly wish me to. It would just be... I think it would be unnecessary."
*The guardianchild stuffs the boxes in it's bag, and plucks the strand of silk.*
Many thanks for the boxes.
So you claim to have synthesised silk here? If we simply do this- *It raises the strand to it's staff, igniting the silk.* -we can see the way it burns is different. However, if the rest of your silk is harvested of this converted soul, rather than taken as silk in it's own form, then reextraction would be unnecessary.
Perhaps it would be a better idea for now at least for you to rest. I'd offer you my bread but I'm afraid you wouldn't appreciate the use of gasoline.
"... It does not burn differently," The Pyrosopher said. "I have burn a great many different Silks in a great many different ways, and the Silk extracted from Soul and the Silk made from a spinneret do not burn any differently. Please, Guardian-child; it is literally my job to know these things. My title means 'knower of fire.'"
The Pyrosopher-child yawned as the Guardian-child mentioned rest. "Mm. You're right... I should get rest. Oh, and if you want to trade any of your non-gasoline-based bread for my thicketberry wine, that's a trade I'd gladly make."
Perhaps you are right here, I concede I concede.
*Internally, it wishes it would've said "But your title isn't Knower of Silk now is it?"*
I do have some regular bread I could offer, it's just in one of these pockets and I'm not quite sure which...
*It rummaged through hood pockets for a solid minute and a half before retrieving a smaller than average loaf of bread. It's a little stale.*
I knew it was in there. Hopefully this should suffice.
Hello again apprenticechild! That is your preferred title yes?
@burning-bug
The Burning Bug waved a bit as it saw the other approaching.
"Greetings, Guardian-child! I do hope you've been well," it said, gently swaying its staff back and forth almost subconsciously. "A- my title? I do not care what you refer to me as. I know the Performer-child called me the Patchwork-child once" It vaguely gestured to one of the gray patches in its hood. "That is what the rest of the Burning Bugs know me as... I think. But truly, it does not matter," it said with a shrug.
Patchworkchild is a more fitting name, at least in long run. You will not be my apprentice forever after all.
Speaking of which: we haven't done anything relating to your apprenticeship recently, and as such I cannot quite remember what else you needed taught. So, was there anything?
*Familiar knocking on the door.*
@burning-bug
Phlogiston had just been in the middle of creating a miracle when he heard knocking at his door. He put on his mask, and walked to the door, opening it, and seeing the Guardian-child on the other side.
"Oh, hello again, Guardian-child!" He greeted. "What are you here for?" The question may have sounded rude, but Phlogiston meant it politely. He just... wasn't great at phrasing things.
Simply... checking by. You wouldn't have happened to be doing anything important just now were you?
*It's carrying a small bag alongside it's staff.*
"I was, actually," Phlogiston said. "As I usually am... Well, actually, I suppose I only spend about half of my time doing something important. The rest is spent eating, sleeping, and drinking... Actually, I suppose taking care of my health is important... Whatever.
"See, we recently got back... Remember all of the land we lost that became part of the Underworks? Well, we had that land given back to us. But it's barren; the soil can't seem to support plantlife anymore! So right now, I am working on a way to fix that; I even have an idea."
Phlogiston looked at the bag. "Er. What do you have there? If you don't mind me asking. Alternatively, you could just... Not tell me and keep your secrets, I guess."
Oh, we've finally managed to reclaim some of the sootland above? How marvelous, I didn't think I'd see the day so soon. What's this solution you speak of when it comes to regrowth of plant?
As for my bag, tis simply some more thicketbread. There's a drop of gasoline in it this time, but not as much as my last attempt with that substance so it keeps the same bread consistency.
"Well... Not so much reclaim as much as we were given it back..." Phlogiston shook his head. "That doesn't matter; my solution was... Well. You see, I have... a lot of Silk just, lying around. I don't use it in my lanterns anymore, so I don't really know what to use it for. Perhaps binding wounds, but we don't get injured often enough for that. But... I realized that Silk is made from Soul, and Soul is life energy, and so there must be some way to convert Silk into life, plant life."
Phlogiston seemed rather proud of this... and then he processed what Guardian-child said.
"... Gasoline is poisonous," He said. "It's... highly toxic. I fed it to a few mites and they died some... rather awful deaths. Why would you... bake it into... bread?"
Phlogiston's confusion was palpable. "No, gasoline appears to be used best as an explosive. At least, that's the best use I've found for it. Granted, I don't think it's the gasoline itself that is doing the exploding, it appears to be the gasoline mixing with the air... But I digress. Very good explosive, though sadly not the substance I need to create stronger Wispfire... I need to make the burning more efficient, I think, but how?..."
Using silk to seed plantlife... an interesting idea. Perhaps it would be safer to extract the soul from within the silk for that use however. I'm sure you would know how to do that, considering your experience in experiments.
I would disagree on the toxicity of gasoline however. As I said in my first attempt at gasoline bread I used quite a few drops, which gave the bread a liquid texture and bitter aftertaste, but otherwise was roughly the same as normal bread. I do not see how a single drop in this bread would be any more fatal.
"Extract... Huh? Silk is just Soul made solid, there's nothing to extract it from," Phlogiston said. "It's like saying 'extract water' from ice... I suppose I can turn the Soul into a liquid, or gas, but I'm not sure what need there is for that?"
"And, I mean, it did kill those mites, though. I have the corpses still, if you want to see. I can go get them! I put a few of them in these boxes that I made all cold and icy; see, I want to see if ice might be able to preserve meat. So far, it seems to be working."
No, no, you misunderstand. Silk is different from soul in an important way: it has within it elements of the grand Falselight of the golden. Simply extracting the soul from said binding, removes the ability for that Falselight to utilise it, and renders the old binding useless. It's no mere solid soul as you seem to believe.
I would like to observe some of these ice-preserved mites if you would so allow. If you don't find any use for them I may prepare a stew.
... How does Phlogiston explain that he is, by far, more of an expert on Silk than the bug before him, being able to create it himself and having tried to cure the Haunting, without outing himself... He doesn't.
"... One moment."
Phlogiston went into his lab again, created a quick tool to turn Soul into Silk, walked back to the doorway, stabbed himself with the tool, bit his tongue to hold back the pain as his Soul was extracted, and then a small strand of Silk was created.
"As... Ow, that, wow, this hurts so much more than I expected it to... As you can see, I can turn Soul into Silk without adding anything new to it. Soul is just... solid Silk... Ow, Ow, Ow, this was a bad... Bad idea... And also, if it does have some connection to this 'falselight' you speak of, it would merely Hold on, er..."
Phlogiston walked back into his lab, bandaged himself up (he'd Bind his wounds properly after the Guardian-child left), and then grabbed the boxes to give to the Guardian-child. He returned to the doorway, and placed all but one of the boxes down.
"I'll... I'll keep one of the boxes to continue observing the preservative effects of the ice, but you can have the mites within the rest of the boxes."
The Pyrosopher paused.
"... I can turn the Silk into Soul, liquid or gaseous or otherwise, if you truly wish me to. It would just be... I think it would be unnecessary."
*The guardianchild stuffs the boxes in it's bag, and plucks the strand of silk.*
Many thanks for the boxes.
So you claim to have synthesised silk here? If we simply do this- *It raises the strand to it's staff, igniting the silk.* -we can see the way it burns is different. However, if the rest of your silk is harvested of this converted soul, rather than taken as silk in it's own form, then reextraction would be unnecessary.
Perhaps it would be a better idea for now at least for you to rest. I'd offer you my bread but I'm afraid you wouldn't appreciate the use of gasoline.
