Unfortunately, Margaret couldn't extract any more information.
Communicating with a puddle of black mud was difficult; it could be succinctly conversed with if it transformed into the shape of Saint Sebastian, allowing for a brief exchange. A form of consciousness-to-consciousness communication with heads touching. However, it seemed to have expended too much energy in the mansion.
After consuming its meal meticulously, it retreated back into the pages of the book. Its end curled around her little finger like a snake's tail. Probably bidding farewell.
Margaret's emotions were somewhat complicated.
