She asks Jane to send her whoever is taking their turn, one day, and Jane does not respond.
She broadcasts this information, and her alarm, to her beloveds.
At least they have been given the magics considered appropriate for Bells. Isibel will just - have to put herself back together alone. And cannot retrieve anyone who may die, or has already died.
"Better than I would have been if I had never met them," Isibel says. "I can work on myself by myself. It will only be a little harder."
"I wonder if we do have soul-sympathy," she murmurs. "Or, if I have with you - it is an elf phenomenon, and might be asymmetrical. I should look harder to find out."
"It has never been explained clearly to me," Isibel admits. "And I have no idea if it may be obscured by the dragonbond. We are in many ways unprecedented."
"It is supposed to be recognizable, though. Most elves do marry eventually, and it is not done without this - feature."
"It may be past time I visited my parents," muses Isibel. "...I don't believe they know about you at all. I am sure someone would have done them the kindness of explaining my absence, but it does not seem likely that they received that much detail."
"You could accompany me if you wished. Perhaps hanging back to a safe distance until I have explained you. Although the dragon could come nearer without prior explanation."
"We'll fly you there," he says. "And I will hide, until you have explained me."
"I do not know how difficult it may be to explain you," she adds. "I have not often spoken with either of my parents about our ancient enemy."
"I know you are." She would have had staggering difficulty living on an uninhabited island for ten thousand years and retaining her sanity.
"Yes," she says.
Whimsically, the demon picks her up and carries her outside. The dragon meets her there, and conjures himself a saddle and so on so that she can climb aboard and fly in comfort.