They were tired, half-broken in places, still rebuilding from plague and invasion, and still asking for training because they understood what the alternative looked like. That kind of mindset was useful, provided it was guided properly.
"Keep supporting it," he said. "But don't let them cripple themselves trying to prove a point."
Astercourt made a note at once.
Aurelian looked back toward Elowen.
"And you," he said, "arrange your own schedule for the moment. If you need material support for the surface work, route it through Astercourt. If it becomes significant enough to interfere with industrial priorities, it comes to me."
Elowen nodded once. "Understood."
The conversation ended there, at least formally, and the three of them drifted back toward their own tasks.
Reports continued to move. Production estimates continued to update. The bastion transfer schedules continued tightening into something more solid.
