[ His breathing is steady, if not a little tight thanks to the way she has to lean over him. With the way his eyes are shut and his body largely motionless apart from the soft rise and fall of his chest, it would be entirely reasonable to think he's gone to sleep, even as she continues to etch her art into him. It's almost rhythmic, pleasant the way delicate lines are added to his being.

But Amos is, indeed, awake. His eyes stay shut, but he does shift his head slightly at her latest observation, a soft grunt at her insinuation. ]

Working on one, yeah. [ It's murmured, his voice low but still direct. He's not going to deny it. ] We've lost the last two Oracles. Need to tip the scales back in our favour.

[ A beat. ]

You can pretty much go anywhere you want if you change your appearance, yeah? Like nobody'd suspect you of anything if they didn't know it was you?