[ Amos faces that void Bondrewd offers him — because that is all he has to offer, in this shared mental space — and doesn't question it, because it makes sense. It's only a little weird, but like a frog in a slowly boiling pot of water, it's easy to adapt to. Forget about.

Doesn't stop him from continuing to feel that little bit warm, though. ]

Sure thing. [ And he's maybe even chipper, at that. ] There's a good spot not too far from the Tomes. Let me know when you're back, and we can talk shop there.

[ Because there are two different kinds of drinking: getting fucked (up?) and something quieter, and... for something like this, they're probably going to want the more chill environment. Somewhere where they can focus and actually talk. Kinda seems like they might both benefit from it.

Yeah, it feels good. ]