Again, the images tumble into Palamedes consciousness strangely, without the need for words or other conduits of information. She wants him to see what she sees, and know what he knows, and so he does. It's a strange kind of knowing--puzzling, incomplete. But it gives him context for her power. She isn't hurting Camilla. She doesn't need to.

Is it possible to relax when one exists in this precarious space between conscious and unconscious? If it is, then Palamedes does. Just a little.

But he still has questions.

:That does not explain what you are doing here.: