It takes a long time - much longer than Dustin had allotted himself for the evening and the start of night - but he listens intently all the same. This is simply too important not to pay attention. Unlike the descriptions given by the Funfronds, vague to the point of sounding like folklore rather than history, the Barrys' records are quantifiable, with detailed accounts and measurements that Dustin can actually keep track of. Several ideas and theories slot into his brain; he desperately wants to follow up on all of them. But he knows that the Queen won't have more information than what she's giving him now, since she wasn't there herself, and it's also getting quite late and Dustin has been awake for a very long time. He's aching for a nap.

[That isn't necessary,] Dustin taps. His hand never actually left the ground, and now his fingers are stiff from standing on the dirt. [Not currently, anyway. This is more than enough for me to process, and I've monopolized enough of your time.]