Rialynn didn't mind the task. A quiet place to work on her songs wasn't such a bad assignment, and she was curious about the whole affair. She'd woken up long after "Jessie" had unveiled herself as an enemy, and she hadn't really caused Rialynn any personal grievances. Sure she was unhappy about the whole 'trying to kill everyone' thing out on the plains, but her feelings overall were pretty neutral. What interested her more was how divided so many people were, and for so many different reasons. She'd done her best to write them all down for the sake of posterity, but everything had happened awfully fast.

She perched herself on a stool next to the Tarutaru's bedside, one boot hooked behind a wooden rung, and propped her journal against her thigh so she could write. Her pen quietly skritched and scratched across the paper, paused only occasionally so she could dip the nib in the pot of ink near her elbow.

Sometimes she simply read back over what she'd written in the months previous. Sometimes she worked on the Chocoboman song she'd been recently inspired to create. When she was alone she hummed softly to herself, glancing up at Palitutu now and again, but never noting any changes in her health or behavior.

There were worse quests she could have been given.