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.
His daemon is perched on his shoulder with her long fluffy tail curled around in front of her little feet.
"Awww," says Amariah. Path flutters from her shoulder to the bedpost for a closer look at the genet daemon.
"I feel like I'm in the sixth grade again," remarks Amariah.
"You're naturally vain," says Sherlock.
"That too."
"I recommend wishing the ability to tuck her away like Sue can - well, copy mine, since mine is under control and doesn't mess up while I sleep - although of course how often you avail yourself of the option is up to you."
"Brilliant plan," says Sherlock. He wishes. Subtrahend vanishes, then reappears on his other shoulder.
"Useful for crowded situations," says Amariah. Path hops to the other bedpost to continue looking Subtrahend over.
"Well - it would be more likely to if you did it than me. I'm a witch and I look it, everyone knows Path could just as easily be halfway across the world, but non-witches virtually never separate. Although at least you won't register funny to sensitivity now, so people will assume you're separated for some reason - accident, special ops military veteran," she smirks a little, "masochist - although a special breed of masochist, even Kas and Petaal didn't do it voluntarily."
"I really don't know. You can see what it's like in small doses if you just experiment with her range, most people do that when they're kids."
"Path only bites me if I tell him to steer me away from something I don't want to do," Amariah says, as Path flies to her shoulder again and tucks himself under some of her hair.