He sent his mother a message on the ninety-third day.
Not through Wren's threading — through the Framework Inscription network, the channel Nara had established through the connected node architecture back to Valdenmoor. Slower than the threading. More permanent. The specific channel for things that needed to be said completely rather than quickly.
The message took him three evenings to write.
Not because he didn't know what to say. Because he knew too much of what to say and the work of a message home was the work of choosing which part of the too-much to include.
He wrote about the settlement. About Senn and eighty-three years and the documentation that had made the territorial map possible. About the departure's residue and the between-space wound and what the roots actually were.
He wrote about Greywater and Lyse's map. About Millford and Bale standing at the village entrance. About the city and Mev's forty pages.
He wrote about the door.
