He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
She writes the reds explaining the delivery problem and soliciting brainstorming on the issue.
Considering offering a monetary reward for good ideas and tabling the issue, good idea or bad? she asks Peka.
She tells the polar reds there is a reward for good ideas and goes back to studying things and doing food.
Meanwhile Illia keeps corresponding with theologians re:the ability to clean reds. (She's not going to start doing any actual experiments until she has a better idea of where to start, she explains if anyone asks.)
That is the opposite of what she wants! She wants them to be able to integrate into society so she can teach people magic without worrying that this will get them killed.
She hired a random Tapai red to interface with the polar reds and she hasn't struck her as particularly unintelligent. Anyway, she suspects people in general will object to having stupid people around than unclean ones.
If they consistently fail to find jobs she can figure something out for that. First she needs to get a workable decontamination procedure.
Her father is a university professor; academic language is less impenetrable to her than to some. But she does take a while and a lot of research to slog through each one.