[So,] Jane says to both of them, [Amariah would like to talk to you and your alt about your template. She's in the Belltower. D'you have a while?]

[Yes,] says Yseult.

[Sure!] says Damaris.

[I can yoink you there if you'll head for your Janepoint.]

They both

do that.

Yoink, yoink.

"Hi, guys."

"Hello," says Yseult. "What is it?"

"When I got home," Amariah says, looking away, "it had been sixty-six years. There is a thirteen-year-old you there named Helen. And I don't know what to do."

"...I'm not sure I know what to do either," says Damaris, glancing at Yseult with a nervous flutter of her wings.

"I can't imagine," Yseult murmurs.

"Yeah. I'm calmed down now, but I'm not even old enough to have a thirteen-year-old you, right, and we'd never talked about it."

"...I'd like to meet her," says Damaris. "Another us. - We never even named our template, did we?"

"I can donate 'Dominique', since I'm not using it," Yseult offers wryly.

"Dominiques it is. Do you think that's the best next action, is inviting her to meet you guys?"

"I don't know," says Yseult. "But I'd like to meet her, too. And I don't think it would be a bad thing to do."

"I could get out of the way and Jane could invite her here? Or not get out of the way, I guess, I'm going by your expertise on yourselves here."

"I have no idea what I would or wouldn't want if I was seeing Maman for the first time at thirteen," Yseult says apologetically. "Besides that - I'd want to get along with her, I think."

"But if all you know is that you want to get along with someone, it can be hard to do," says Damaris.

"Yep."

Damaris's wings droop.

"This is still sounding like the best plan we have going?"

"It seems to be the only plan we have going," says Yseult, "and not a bad one."

"...Okay. Jane, if you wouldn't mind?"