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[Siffrin has not been in a good place mentally since arriving here, but honestly the sudden manifestation of the daemons has helped. He doesn't get what's going on with all that whatsoever, but it's a connection to something and physical contact that feels instinctual for once. It's soothing, grounding. He's okay.

So he's doing better enough to try out the network thing. Logically, if his family is here somewhere and everyone is given one of these fancy Crafted watches, then they'd see it if he posts something. It's worth a try. And it's embarrassing just thinking about broadcasting his yearning for his people to all these strangers, but luckily he knows just how to get their attention without just outright begging to hear from them.

He's still wearing his cloak even indoors, and a little albino flying squirrel is tucked inside the collar of it, curled against his neck and peeking out curiously at the watch as he speaks.]

Do we have to feed these little guys? I don't really know much about squirrels but I figured someone else might know more.

[They pause for a beat, a hint of a smirk creeping its way onto their face. It's a little fragile, but it's there.]

Is there a nut-tritionist here, maybe?