I ignored him, set the journal down on one of the messy tables, and hurriedly went down the floor.
I looked through the different pages he had used to create the map and picked one.
I snatched it and jumped back on my feet, riding to him.
"Look at this!" I pointed at the paper.
He raised a brow. "What am I looking at?"
I looked back at the paper and realized I was holding it from behind.
"Sorry," I said quickly as I flipped it back to show the drawing of the map. "Look at this now."
"I still have no idea what I'm supposed to be looking at." He shook his head. "I drew the map, remember?"
"Look! You've been saying you're stuck and unable to move, drawing any more maps, didn't you?" I asked him. "Even though you've deciphered the languages already, right?"
He gave a light shrug. "I guess? Perhaps"
"And the map is drawn following the constellation, isn't it?" I pressed.
He grumbled. "Yes. Jasmine, what does this have to do with anything?"
He rubbed his still red eyes.
