There's no response to that from the gathered spirits, which is perhaps an acknowledgment of the difficulty of what has just been suggested. Difficult bordering on impossible, maybe, for none of them can speak it and the only things that can are far too dangerous to approach.

Flesh Horse breaks the silence by reaching out and wetly patting Soldat on the shoulder with their tongue.

"No one, no way to study. Lighthouse and its command gone. Do not cross the lake to learn firsthand. Where did the song in the lighthouse come from first?" they manage to grunt around their extended tongue.

"Have heard, cannot repeat. Hurts to remember," the Librarian adds once the crunching stops. "Bird woman gone. Fire-tender bird gone. Who else heard the song?"