Gaul gives Smough a very somber look, and says that he does understand. He then repeats the wordy ritual of the bloodstones in hopes that it’s the same for the gems. Luckily, it is.

The first thing he notices is the return of the Sight as he catches a brief glimpse of himself at the meeting, but he quickly disconnects from the Stream of Fate and stretches his limbs. They are no longer sore. 

Gaul, reinvigorated, looks to the Admiral once again. “Let’s go to your meeting, then.”