"That's why I've yet to do anything," Rutile says, though they chafe at the prospect of biding their time. "It could be something else entirely. It's not unheard of for stone to have certain properties, and of course synthetic varieties exist. It is likely within the capabilities of Aifaran to develop them..."

Though Rutile does not suspect Lunarian activity, they're still filled with dread. Along with the simple notion of a crystal being used as energy, they are devastated by the realization that they have no idea how such a thing could occur.

They rub their forehead, and then cross their arms. "I think we should leave," they finally decide. "The building, at least."

It is not realistic to leave the city; this much they know, as Padparadscha would certainly have attempted it. Still, the thought enters their mind.