[ The Exarch chuckles slightly. ] I suppose we do have much to catch up on. That is, to say, now that the Calamity has been averted and I can no longer hide who I am.

[ Slowly, and carefully, the Exarch eases himself back to the pillows on the floor. His head turns enough for him to direct the systems of the Tower to begin searching for any documentations relating to primals, eikons, or tempering. With the Toeer's systems coming to life and beginning go scan, he turns his attentions back to K'thisru. His leg extends out to ease the pain as a patch of skin on his calf begins to turn blue. If he can manage it, he would not have her see it. ]

Now, then. With dinner on the way and the Tower beginning its search... what tell me. What would you like to speak of?