"Thanks!" says Liselen, and he prances closer and leans his shoulder against her side.

Isibel pets his mane.

He makes a happy whuffly sort of noise and shoulder-leans her again.

"I do not know much of what unicorns in general do in their spare time, let alone you, but admit to some curiosity as to what you do when you are not communicating with me on behalf of the Wild Magic."

"Hang out with friends and family and stuff. Eat. Learn things."

"All good things."

"Yep!"

"Well. Thank you very much for your willingness to help."

He swishes his tail. "I like you. You're gonna be good for the world."

"I will try my very best. So far my accomplishments are limited to helping my beloved find the would-be raiser of Darkness, and making a charming little village on the island."

"Ooh, a charming little village! Can I see it?"

"It is among my favorite uses of magic," agrees Isibel. She shows him into the tiny village. "It takes up less than one square mile, but it contains more than it would seem by that logic."

"Nifty," says Liselen. He investigates the village.

It is spatially inconsistent in the most convenient possible way, and the buildings are elvishly subtle.

"It's beautiful!" says Liselen. "I love it!"

"Thank you. It is what I made to generate my enchantress's aura."

He swishes his tail. "What's yours do?"

"The same things all auras do, and -" She releases it; it's a cloud of elveniness, wrapping her up in the perfection-grace-and-loftiness that elves have relative to others, but a step above her fellow elves. "And it protects my mind, too late but perhaps usefully in the future."

"I do not know. It seems like it would either improve or worsen matters, but I cannot readily predict which."

"Me neither," he says with a swish of his tail. "Maybe better not, then."

"Unless things go so badly that worsening the situation would be meaningless."

Liselen snorts. "Yeah, that."