“Right,” says Pal, sounding, frankly, more like a teacher who is tired of dealing with an annoying student than anyone who is concerned about the consequences of his actions.

That said, Palamedes doesn’t believe in going back on his word. As long as no emergencies arise, he’ll lay off on the skeleton construction so let’s just ignore the inconsistency of him making a skeleton in a later thread, whoops.

He doesn’t much feel like sticking around, and so now that he’s done sweeping, Pal goes to pick up his knapsack from beside his bunk. “Just—find a way to fix that, will you?” he says with a wave at the hole in the wall. And then he goes in search of a more productive use of his time.