Petaal is curled up just outside the cabin door as a tiger, and Kas is leaning back against her with an arm slung comfortably around her neck.

Inkeri tilts her head and repeats herself, and then adds, "The queen thinks I might be a prophet."

"Why are you telling me this," he says. The words form a question, but the intonation doesn't.

"I'm supposed to," says Inkeri. "I think knowing who I am supposed to tell might be part of being a prophet, because the queen asked me if I was supposed to tell anyone else, and then told me to tell you."

"Well," shit," says Kas. He rubs his face with both hands. "Are you done, then?"

"Yes, that's the whole thing. I am supposed to tell the queen how you reacted."

"You do that," he says, and he gets up, and Petaal turns into a witch and follows him into the cabin and shuts the door.

(Helen winces.)

Helen notices she is listening to the queen. She decides to stop.

After a minute, Inkeri catches up to her. "The queen doesn't want you to talk to her while you're wearing mortal clothes," she reports.

"I know, I heard," she says. "Then I stopped listening."

"Oh. After that she told me that even when I am not making prophecies I'm still a prophet and this gives me special clan status and I will learn more about that soon," she volunteers.

"That's cool," says Helen.

"It might be," allows Inkeri. "Your dad seemed very upset about my prophecy."

"That happens sometimes," says Helen.

"Has he heard prophecies before?"

"No, but he gets very upset about stuff sometimes," she says. "And it doesn't always make sense why."

"I wonder why I was supposed to tell him that prophecy."

Helen shrugs.

Inkeri doesn't seem to have anything else to say, but she flies alongside Helen companionably.