One Hundred and Forty-Sixth

They watched for a little while longer.

It wasn't as simple as just watching the display, though. Once they caught up to where they'd gotten without the help of a recording, they had to pause the recording and find a stone slab that might correspond with their position.

If they did, or if they didn't, find something they'd move it forward until their positions meaningfully changed, and then look again.

It was long, slow, and tedious work.

But it was infinitely better than trying to remember their exact steps retraced in slab format.

It felt like an eternity that they were doing it...

And they were all growing more and more tired by the second.

She kept Merwyn placated and cooperative by idly petting his hair as they sorted through the slabs.

It was shockingly effective.

All it took was a gentle stroke to the head and he would purr, cling, and grow pliable enough to cooperate for several minutes without any further fuss.