Sometimes this is just how things were; the spirits had their own paths and reputations and legends flowed through dreams. Solarel had been surprised once to learn that it had reached other worlds, but then she'd watched the legendary heroes of anime and she'd understood. If you'd pressed her about it she would have said that she was certain that even now an anime about her was being made in the spirit world and it really wasn't so surprising that people were watching it. 

[i]Yes you are part of my household -[/i] Solarel started to sign, before awkwardly stopping. "Sorry," she said out loud, voice scratchy from disuse. "Been," she swallowed, "on my own. For a while."

Was this really more efficient than sign? It felt strange to hold her hands so still...

"The problem is," she paused again, letting the words form up in her head. "The problem is communication. The Kathresis hates being seen. Hates being known." There was a flow forming. "The drones are trying to talk to it, provide information, be helpful. But they aren't helping, their help is incompatible with what the Kathresis needs. Think about how it fights," she didn't know how to explain this. "It doesn't talk to you with words. It talks with [i]battles[/i]."

She was getting too deep into the weeds. "Coming back. Finish the thought. Make the drones more autonomous. When they receive an order, answer it. When they don't, let them make their own decisions. Let the Kathresis set the tone for the conversation, just... be there for when it does."

Was that how she wanted to be? Or was that how she needed to be?