[It seems that perhaps we should speak,] Isibel says to Lycaelon. She wishes him a cup of tea, wherever he is, hovering in the air waiting for him to take it. [Though I confess I do not know where to begin.]
This is also the first time he has ever been tempted to call anyone 'my love'. But Aianon and Ansharil get such smiles when he does it.
They have lovely smiles, most especially when they are reminded of being loved.
(They make an entirely different class of lovely smiles when they're in pain. If Lycaelon is curious about the full range of their beloved's facial expressions.)
Lycaelon is very willing to experiment with ways to make Aianon and Ansharil smile.
He is! It was very kind of the Wild Magic to send him to her and she is glad she decided to keep him.
Lycaelon is glad he decided to be kept. (He pauses in his experiments to hug her. No one minds.)
And now, back to what he was doing to Aianon.
Eventually all celebrations have been celebrated.
"I can tell Jane to call Lazarus to have a look at us now," Isibel says, from where she is lounging across Ansharil's lap.
"All right," says Lycaelon, idly spending a square to clothe himself and then snuggling up to Aianon. Mmm, snuggly.
With everyone clothed, Isibel undoes the time dilation, turns her Janegem back on, and speaks to Jane.
[Hey Lazarus, Sarion and company added another person to their Dragonbond and want you to come check it over for effects on the wish you made.]
"Hello," says Lazarus. "My goodness, there's a lot of magic going around here. Let's see. The wish seems to be intact - actually, it's almost like your auras are supporting it. That's convenient."