Maelis paused, turning a weary, unamused stare on him. “What now, Jelric? You have more horror stories to dump on me tonight?”
“Please,” Jelric said, glancing nervously in Syf’s direction before looking back at Maelis. “It’s important. You need to hear this.”
Maelis looked at the boy’s pale, exhausted face and let out a short breath. She turned to Syf. “Stay down here. Start pulling whatever copper wiring, brass fittings, and crystal casings you can find in those crates by the hearth. Don't touch the workshop tools until I come back.”
Syf gave a curt nod and stepped toward the crates without a word.