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[ It's not something Lambert or Celandine cares to explain over the radio, at least not in so many words. He was trapped in a wall. Unlike other people, it was with the awareness that a fair amount of him was stone, meaning he couldn't feel it. The ache in his body was his only reassurance he had that he wasn't, gradually, turning completely into stone. The tingling feels too much like that. ]

I'm sure. [ Is all he says, finally, unwilling to say more. Celandine picks up the thread. ]

Happy birthday, then. Maybe everyone who thinks they had a birthday should just decide a day and do something together.