It seemed that Alexander had Fei's undivided attention... it gave Gabriel the perfect opportunity to slip away and retire to his cabin for the evening. Assuming, of course, that Fei didn't immediately catch him and drag him back to remain a part of the trio. Gabe had tried to be as sociable as possible, but his unspoken weakness had gotten in the way as always. The other girls that he knew back at the Academy always bugged him about his lack of speech when working with them in class or otherwise.
Careful not to attract Fei's attention again, Gabriel took a casual step backwards, as if to watch Fei and Alexander work. Then he took another couple of steps, his shadow watching all the time. Soon enough he was away from the other mages, and promptly gave Alexander a quiet wave as he slipped away, quickly heading below deck. The day's efforts had tired him: he needed rest, preferably uninterrupted by the younger-minded Hydromancer.
Once Gabe and his shadow had descended the stairs to the deck below, Gabriel felt a hand on his shoulder. It was a gentle one, almost careful. He turned to find his shadow looking at him, as it always did. "What is it? Something wrong?" he asked quietly, confused. The shadow didn't answer. Unsurprising. Instead it adjusted its dark blue robes and looked back up the stairs to the deck above, as if expecting something.
Gabriel didn't understand his shadow. It had no way to effectively communicate with him, and so the look upstairs just added more to the confusion. Maybe it expected Fei to follow Gabriel... that wasn't the case. The two of them were just fellow Hydromancers, that was all there was to it. Nothing beyond acquaintances, really. Gabe just shrugged, said, "Come on, it's late," and led the way to his room.
Everything was as he had left it, which was good. While Gabriel collected his robes and set them on a chair, somewhat badly folded, his shadow just watched and waited. The Hydromancer paused and looked at the muted-colour version of himself, who simply stood there, watching. The idea that the shadow Gabriel was just going to stand and watch as he slept was downright gods-damned creepy. "Um... you can wait outside, right? You don't need to sleep or anything?" Gabe asked as he gestured to the still-open door.
The shadow just gave him another of its unchanging blank expressions... that too was creepy.
It could at least show a flicker of emotion once in a while, Gabe thought. But it seemed to understand him, and glided out the door, at which point Gabriel immediately got up and closed the door behind it. He didn't want that thing watching him all damn night.
He checked the door for a lock: there was a bolt that could be slid home. Good enough. Gabe immediately shot the bolt home, just in case his shadow could simply open the door. He wanted his privacy during the nightly hours. Before he went to bed, though, Gabe took a moment to reflect on the day's events. He had gotten to know new people, learned a little of the lands outside of the Academy and a little more of the history of the world... but most importantly, there had been the confrontation with the bizarre spirit and the advice it had given.
"Your struggle is a valiant one, perhaps taking on too much for your slender shoulders to bear. Just keep in mind that with peace brings those who would manipulate it to their own ends. Humanity has always fought, over one difference or another. But it is not a bad thing that this happens, as in the end we either come out stronger, or we die.
"Your last sought prize is perhaps your easiest to obtain, though one that requires a different kind of seeking. Fellow travelers will help you in this step, and you will step beyond it. It is more of a matter of personal step than it is a challenge. You must simply force the winds to move."
Gabriel considered these words for a second time, but he drew no new conclusions about them. With that in mind, he grabbed a piece of paper, inkwell and quill and set to work copying them out for future contemplation, along with a reminder note:
Gabe cursed his slightly messy handwriting: it was a bit untidy, but nothing illegible in any sense. Still, he had written down what he wanted to, and now it was time to sleep. Gabriel promptly did so, not bothering to change clothes: he would change into fresh attire in the morning.
Sleep did not come easy to him. But eventually, after staring at the ceiling for a while, he drifted off. The day had been long and rough.