Leaning against a wall, Septimus eyes Aang and smiles a little at the boy's pleasure. "The consoles are down--and our friend in the shadows can't have done everything without help. Finding secure ways of getting messages or deliveries is going to be harder than usual for a while."

Some part of him wonders, very briefly, if he should really be doing this. But asking this doesn't have the connotations it would in Alera; Aang doesn't need to know about those connotations, and this can be limited to hospital business, right?

"I have no doubt things are going to get more complicated shortly, and we'll need even more communication. How do you feel about running some of these errands for the hospital outside our walls?"