[Your alts are in the Belltower and want to talk to you. Amariah's there too but she'll leave if you'd rather.]
[I wouldn't rather that. I don't know if - well. How do I get to the Belltower?]
She tries teleporting into the basement again.
It works this time.
Then she says tentatively, "I'm Helen Ianthe. And um, my daemon's Kalavar but she stayed home. She doesn't really do indoors that well."
"Well, I'm - Isabella Amariah, and this is Pathalan," (Path is on her shoulder again since the hugging concluded), "which you probably already knew, and - doesn't do indoors?"
"She's six feet tall with a twenty-four-foot wingspan," Helen explains. "Argentavis magnificens. She can more or less fit in most buildings, but she feels cramped there, and even if people are careful, somebody could bump into her."
Damaris's wings unfold slightly and she peers at them as though trying to compare.
"You can't tuck her away, then? - Kas didn't - how much stuff about - stuff do you know?" Amariah asks, gesturing generally at the Belltower.
"Well, I grew up knowing that my mother was... you," she says. "They call you the Shade-Dreamer now, there's a million movies and things, I guess you wouldn't know that if you haven't been back. But it was all a big secret - Granatee, I mean Ranata Ekamma, just told the queen whose daughter I was and let the rest of the clan think I was Random Witch Baby. And then after I separated, Kas told me about worlds and Bells and minting and stuff."
"The Shade-Dreamer, of all the - okay - anyway if Kalavar's that big you might find it useful to -" Path tucks, then appears on her other shoulder. "That. Borrowed it from Sue and Ivy, if you've heard of them."
"...That is useful," says Helen. "Kal might rather stay out most of the time, but it'll still be good to have in my pocket. Did you just wish it, or is there some special trick?"