"I still don't know what you mean by 'get it'. I think maybe all I get is that I don't get it."
"I keep thinking about Carinna. Probably Felicity isn't anything like Carinna. Carinna's not traumatized, she just - she got all my malcontentment and most of Sherlock's depressive tendencies and none of either set of coping mechanisms."
He closes his eyes and leans into Queenie's arms.
"Like when I was in the sun," says Harley. "But with fear instead of pain."
"Yeah," says Corona, "a lot like that."
Harley piles on to the Queenie-and-Corona hug.
"I hestitate to - but - Golden has that empath brother-in-law, is this the sort of thing that could be usefully addressed directly?"
Glass looks at Corona, again without forming a question.
"Okay. I'll get him a poof. I'll try to think of something not-counterproductive to tell Golden. Anything else?"
"...About talking to Golden," says Alice. "The way being terrified all the time is like being in the sun, it's also kind of like turning. Might make it easier to think about, that way; she knows what turning's like."
"I will," she says, blinking, "convey that."
"It seems likelier than other methods of presentation, anyway."
"Poof first. Felicity can have a poof either way," shrugs Glass. "Do you suppose the color matters, or should I just teleport into the Gentle Cave and pick the one that most insistently follows me?"
"Oh, that works too," agrees Glass. "I'll do that, presuming he wants to come."
"All right. Here goes, unless there's any last-minute advice - he's not going to be offended or anything if I teleport him right away from the Chronicle Janepoint rather than run any risk of him interacting with Carinna, is he?"
And then she is in Aurum, and then she is where Felicity is.
"Where'd you come from?"
"The Belltower. Via Janepoint. Harley and Corona think you might like to have a poof - they're a cute little animal my world has. Want to come with me and pick one out?"