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Everyone pops in. All the Bells, all the Jokers - except for the Joker, who is missing for some reason - and the Bells immediately, without having to speak, divide their tasks amongst themselves. Stella and Angela and Pattern and Cam start brainstorming solutions - not implementing them, yet, just generating ideas that might work depending on what they're dealing with. Golden, as the one who's actually had her mind read by a loved one - albeit under more controlled circumstances - is working with Shell Bell, the other previously broken-beyond-recognition Bell, on coming up with a plan to help walk Isibel through recovery after they fix this somehow. Cam eventually folds into this conversation from the other since he's the one with a talking notebook; if they can find Isibel's old books they might be able to turn them into something that could help more actively. Rose is peering into Isibel's mindscape, looking for visible damage that she can just heal directly. Amariah's popping back into Milliways and forcing the door to the elf's world so she can drop a Janepoint in the cave to keep it temporally synced, then coming back and joining Juliet and Aegis in interrogating the demon and the waking dragon about what exactly they have done to Isibel.
"I'm the one who made the wish that worked, after the false starts," volunteers Cam.
"And the wishing kinda magic is from my world," says Stella merrily.
"And the auras you're noticing, if you're curious, are features of my world's magic," adds Rose. "Isibel will have one too when she's well enough to do the work an aura requires."
"I would be pleased to know more about your magic," says Magania. "And the magic that brought you to this world, if it is of a different kind."
"Oh, the worldhopping is technically not magic!" exclaims Aegis merrily, twirling. "That's from my world, explaining in actual useful detail would require explaining computers and that would take a long time, I am definitely not getting a has-computers vibe from this world here, but basically there is someone from my world who can see out of our jewelry -" she pauses briefly in her moon-gravity dance and indicates her earpiece - "and out of things like the thing you were looking at in the cave, and when she can see someone she wants to move and someplace she wants to put them, she can."
"Sarion should have a Janegem. Where d'you want it?" Juliet asks Sarion. "Mine's a necklace, there's earpieces and bracelets, Stella keeps hers in her crown."
"No, I changed it, I keep taking my crown off for informal occasions and now I have a necklace too," says Stella, pulling from her shirt a silver thread with a blue star sapphire Janegem hanging from it.
Cam bites his cheek for a square and hands it over. "Design yourself a ring, wish it up, one of us who knows how the Janegems work can turn the gem into an ansible-half and you'll be all set."
Sarion blinks, takes the glowy silver square, and thinks as they walk. Eventually she appears on her right middle finger a ring with red cabochons, one large central one that will suffice to hold the miniaturized Jane hardware and trails of smaller ones twisting forward up to her second knuckle and spiraling around the first one onto her hand, all held in place with delicate white-metal webbing.
"If that's the kind of design you can pull from nowhere without a speed boost while half-braindead..."
"You're in charge of all our collective art projects from now on," laughs Shell Bell.
"Super pretty. And poof," says Aegis, with a gesture, "it's a Janegem."
They arrive at a large clearing, which contains many smooth rocks and worn tree stumps that look as though they would make comfortable seats. Through no detectable work of any intelligent creature, all these seemingly natural objects are arranged in a pattern that is both convenient and visually pleasing.
Magania fetches a small, attractive bag from where it leans unobtrusively against a tree and begins setting up a tea-brazier on a flat stone in the middle of the clearing.
"Isn't there supposed to be a house," says Golden, not quite asking.
"I didn't really notice on my way out of the house - huh," says Amariah. "This is neat."
Magania smiles.
Rose is fascinated. The plants act like rustly little tour guides as she circles the clearing, and ultimately they show her Sarion's door. "How clever," she says.
Unlike standard chairs designed for humans, Angela can sit on a tree stump. She does, wings flung behind her. "If we are taxing your tea supply, we can easily supplement it."
"My tea supply is sufficient to the task," says Magania, "but it would please me to know how it might be done."
"I think we've been accidentally driving the poor No Questions Elf nuts," remarks Juliet. "Sarion, are we missing massive amounts of extremely polite subtext, here?"
"Yes," says Sarion. "She wishes to know everything there is to know about all of this interesting magic."
"Isibel Sarion has expressed the desires of my heart."