And then Jane asks if she wants to be visited, by Juliet's Sherlock - Minus - and Amariah's reply is "Sure, I could take a break." Because she's been at this for a while now and was just about to wish a crick out of her back for the second time this afternoon.
She puts down her pitcher of oil and waits for him to appear.
"Decently enough. Trying to generalize the immortality spell I used for Kas, making sluggish progress, the alethiometer would be so much more useful if it spoke English but I'm afraid I'll break it if I tamper with it and there are only the two of them. Good, you remembered to wish for not-a-daemon before coming."
[I wouldn't put anybody in Alethia who didn't want a daemon or wish against the event,] Jane puts in.
"Yes," says Sherlock, "for which I am very grateful, because no one likes to create intelligent life by accident."
"A daemon isn't so much new intelligent life, anyway," shrugs Amariah. "More like - a subagent. But inconvenient to have if you don't plan on it."
"What's on your mind lately?" Amariah asks. "I don't get lots of visitors."
"It occurred to me that I have a friend in another universe whom I can visit whenever I like. I liked."
Amariah laughs and flops onto her back in the grass around the edge of the bare spot in the yard where she casts her circles. "That's what makes Jane such a pleasant surprise. That and her scintillating personality."
"It's comfy. I magicked the grass specifically for comfort and non-itchiness and so on. Because me and Kas have loooots of privacy out here," she chuckles.
She rolls over to face him instead of the sky. "I just bet. It's a nice house. I complain about the alethiometer, but it does us routine favors of which I quite approve."
"No, it told us where to find a house we could just move into without anybody objecting," laughs Amariah.