There are all sorts of things occupying Martel's attention lately - some of them more esoteric than others - but none so distracting he doesn't think to...well, to check in, for lack of a better way of putting it. His handwriting suffers slightly for the pinch of healing skin over his knuckles, but that'll be dispensed with soon enough.

It's a little difficult to schedule a meeting with someone when they live in another universe and your contact with it is...necessarily limited, but Martel can make a good estimate of when she will be around, at least, and do his 'I'm avoiding being easily tracked down in the castle, thus working in the nexus' work nearby her portal.

Rather hit or miss, he thinks disapprovingly, so he'll probably have to see about something more efficient. In light of certain things.