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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.
"Yes, that's how it works," soothes Juliet, "you can show them anything you want, and nothing else, only what you want them to see, we fixed it."
"I'm gonna go ahead and make the wish," says Cam, "and you can show them what you think of it if you don't know how to say it, and if you don't like it then I'll undo it and we'll think of something else. Okay?"
For a moment it's like drawing blackout curtains aside to get a faceful of sun, too bright, too much, she flinches but the light's everywhere.
And then she adjusts.
And then she can see.
Show-and-tell is over. She can just stop. She can! She can cease to show them what she's thinking and it works, she can tell. She could just cry. Or laugh. She's not sure which and it's not her highest priority right now.
She unhugs so she can sit up and look at the other ten of her.
"Thank you," she says.
"If it were one of us, you would have helped that one," Golden says.
"How are you? I mean, obviously, better, but are you all fixed just like that or are you just functional enough to do your own repair work from here?"
"Because we have a lot of magical powers to hand out but it might not be wise to give them over right away if you're not all fixed yet."
"I haven't used my own magic in moonturns," says Isibel. "I will reacquaint myself with that, first, and perhaps then I will have the stability to learn new kinds."
"Well, it would be bad if she wrecked it," says Aegis, "let's go introduce ourselves - Isibel, you want us all along, you want to pick an escort or two or three, what?"
"You may all come if you would like to see the world," blinks Isibel.
"I'm in," says Cam, and there's a chorus of general Bell agreement.
"It will be a tight fit for all of us in the cave," says the dragon. "Perhaps I should remain behind for a little while, until you have all left."
"Do you want to sit here in my palace, or go outside? We're out in the ocean, there's no one to be alarmed," Shell Bell offers.
He looks around for a door big enough to fit him.
"The palace isn't really designed for a dragon. Here." Shell Bell teleports him and herself out to the floating island that supports her palace building. "Have fun." And then she rejoins the others.