"Thanks," she says, petting Petaal's head. (This has turned into a casual gesture; it's not that it feels different, it's that the feeling is natural and not so momentous now.) "I hope there's lots too! I particularly wanna meet the asteroid one. I don't think I know how to put anyone on an asteroid, so she's got magic and seriously different, powerful magic at that."
"I bet that'll be fun," says Kas. "As long as she doesn't decide to put me on an asteroid, anyway. I think I'm more like the me I met than the other one." He hugs Isabella's knee.
"I'll tell her you do not belong on an asteroid. I imagine she'll listen to me," Isabella says, scritching his head. "Unless you've been going around doing bad things and not telling me."
She shrugs. "You gave it back? Nobody was hurt in the stealing process?"
"I don't have a problem with it and even if she's really uptight by comparison I bet I can get her to see it my way. And even an uptight version would find an agreement that there would not be further boat-stealing likely to be satisfactory."
"Not as much as being on an asteroid," she says, kissing his scalp and then Petaal's to match.
They both shiver. Not entirely in a good way. Before the head-kisses, so that's not why.
"I will be very upset with any of me who put you on an asteroid. If one of them says she's going to and I'm not there, tell her you've got a me and she should talk it over with me first. We ought to be able to come up with some less unpleasant arrangement. It's not as though you go on uncontrollable murder sprees or anything."
"having to do things," says Petaal,
"or do them in a particular way,"
"just because somebody with power over us,"
"will fuck with us somehow if we don't."
"I know," soothes Isabella. "I have no reason to believe that any of me will care why you are not going on uncontrollable murder sprees as long as you don't. It can be because you don't feel like it - as long as you reliably don't feel like it - or because it would upset me - as long as you reliably don't want to upset me - or whatever."
"And we don't wanna upset you," says Kas. "We don't ever, we love you."
"But it still just—" says Petaal, and shivers.
"There's good afraid and bad afraid," Kas murmurs, "and that's the bad one."
She kisses their heads each in turn again. "If you want, you can send me in ahead of you next time you find a door to check for that alt's presence, if she spooks you."