update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/mitzvot/027.md

@@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ Ey imagined that she must have made it into bed at some point, though she still
 
 Ioan sent her a gentle sensorium ping, just to let her know that they were awake, then sat at eir desk. Ey had no clue what to even do, there, but if nothing else, ey had to have something comforting in front of em, something known. 
 
-"Well, nothing for it," ey mumbled, swiped a new notebook into being, and began to compile notes of the last few weeks. The work ey'd already done on the topic was useful enough, but it was starting to feel like it was time to begin in earnest.
+"Well, nothing for it," ey mumbled, swiped a new notebook into being, and began to compile notes of the last few weeks. The work ey'd already done on the topic was useful enough, but it was starting to feel like it was not directed enough in the face of all that had happened.
 
 Ey began with a timeline, starting all the way back at the arrival of the Artemisians and that first meeting with True Name. Then followed the list of the times they'd met for coffee through the years. Ey dug through eir memories for any that stood out as particularly interesting. These were primarily early on, ey found, when they were still feeling out each others' boundaries, though the last few before the assassination attempt held some fascinating insights in the context of all that had happened since, as well.