Angela pets her husband. She is tempted to sing, but does not think that would help right now.
Amariah appears next, her sweeties in tow, for a cuddle break.
Angela has an idea of what to look for now. "You seem - witchier," she says, and this is true: the subtle quality that makes it possible to tell that Amariah doesn't share a species with her alts is less subtle.
"You seem angelier," says Amariah, laughing. "What about the others?"
"Pattern and Juliet were in here, but I didn't get a sense of anything off either. I don't think Golden's bothered to make the trip at all. Eights has only been taking short breaks. But maybe she's going to be vampire-ier."
Petaal occupies Amariah's lap as a viscacha, and after a moment Kas decides this is an awesome idea and shapeshifts. Amariah's is now the fluffiest lap.
"I love you," says Kas, cuddling up and leaning his fluffy head on her stomach.
"We've been talking about finishing in installments instead of one long burst," Angela says. "Coming back in a week when they've had time to settle down. Except the ones who've been torching."
"Yeah, I mean, in theory they all could, but - I don't trust torching, yet, isn't that why Shell Bell was the one who checked to make sure Saturn was habitable-enough," sighs Amariah. "Because she does trust it."
"It's just that Shell Bell's the only one of us who's already done it," Angela says. "And no one who just had torching installed, instead of actually dying to Downside, has tried it."
"And we've seen plenty of people die and then show up just about good as new Downside, but Alethians aren't hooked up," says Amariah. "If something went wrong, if the admin was wrong or there are cases where it doesn't come through somehow, then we have no idea what happens, we can't just fetch ourselves out of the catacombs."
"And someone will probably manage to provide it eventually anyway. I haven't installed it on you yet, love, I should probably do that, is that all right?"