[ Yseult watches dust and small chips of stone shake out of a sheaf of reports and form a small round-ish patch on the floor, only marginally distinguishable from the thinner layer of dust and stone chips already coating the flagstones. She doesn't stop when Flint speaks; she stops when she's finished and prepared to add Fereldan, Haring 9:43 - Justinian 9:44 to the stack. She doesn't bother brushing off her hands before reaching for the next, but does pause, letting forearms rest on thighs, turning to look over and up at Flint from where she's crouched at a downed cabinet. ]
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To do what?