The ledger lay open to the page Beorn had used during the agricultural zone session. He had not bothered turning to a fresh page, as nothing from the Arcane department warranted a new one yet.
Aestrith stood at the near corner of the desk with her arms crossed. That posture usually meant she had information ready and no urgency about delivering it.
She waited until Beorn focused on her before speaking. "Mod has adapted well to the foundry. She still has to concentrate at that point, but only barely."
Her eyes unfocused slightly as she sorted through the rest. "Hild's drainage work has improved too. I heard she compensated for soil moisture on her own instead of waiting for your instruction. And Mab has stopped over-powering the furnace every time, she has enough practice now to start slow."
"How's Beadu?
"Complaining every single day about the seeds, but she is doing her work diligently."
"I imagine there's no problems with Tam."
