Joly sets the tablet aside before shifting to wrap both arms around Bossuet. He laughs, very softly, at Bossuet's suggestion. "A message to her--? I couldn't. There's too much to say, and none of it's mine to talk about. And for myself?" He laughs again."I'll give him all sorts of useful notes about medicine and science and maybe even our own world's history." He laughs again, and kisses the side of Bossuet's forehead. "But that part of things he has to figure out for himself."

Joly's quiet a moment, smiling a little at nothing. "I think he may have an advantage there anyway. With the way daemons are--the way I remember they are, anyway."