Cam tilts his head, and says, "My notebook bird reminds me that it is the recorded opinion of the world Alethia that I am actually a notebook bird inside," he reports.

"You are and/or have a notebook bird?"

"Yep." He reaches with the hand that is not still holding Ike's into his ever-present backpack, and pulls out Grace, currently in notebook form. "Don't touch her," he warns. "She's my daemon. Have you heard about daemons?" She turns into her hawk-self, standing on his forearm.

"I have sort of vaguely heard about daemons!" He blinks at the hawk.

"That... is a story," says Ike. "About a thing that happened. My goodness."

"She's a Cooper's hawk. If there are future boy Bells who are also called Cam I'll probably go by Cooper for that reason."

"Every so often I almost manage to forget how far outside my experience this party is," says Ike, "and then it occurs to me that I am floating in space above a planet in another world holding the hand of someone whose soul is a bird that is also an amalgamation of notebooks." He smiles a tiny smile. "And I don't hold people's hands very often," he adds.

"The situation isn't too far out of the scope of things that my life tends to contain, and I still do a mental double-take when I notice things like, 'hey, I'm holding the hand of a part-demon introduced to me by my alternate universe self and floating near some dragons outside of a plant magically generated by a completely unrelated kind of demon, and also my soul turned out to live in my magic notebook and is a bird now'," Cam chuckles. "I don't know if that goes away, I'd have to ask one of the older ones of me."

Ike giggles. "I'm glad it's not just me!" he says.

"Ooh, I pass. Do I get a prize?"

"Maybe," says Ike.

"Maybe?"

"Well, I think the prize is that Val leaves you alone while you possibly flirt with me," he says.

"Aha. And hold your hand, that also seems to be ongoing."

"Yes! Those," says Ike. "Those are examples of things we can do without Val's interference."

"Cool. Are those the kind of activity you prefer to do with a floor under you?" Cam inquires. Grace turns into a notebook again; he catches her and tucks her back in his backpack.

"Generally speaking, yes," says Ike.

Ike relaxes slightly. "This is a floor," he says, gazing down at it. "It is very a floor." He looks out past the railing. "And there's where we were standing earlier - teleportation does wipe out my orientation the same way interdimensional travel does. But I can get it back the same way, too, by placing myself relative to known landmarks again."

"And then it's all - restored from backup? How good is your memory for this stuff?"

"Very, very good," he says. "I couldn't retrace every step I've taken in my entire life, but I could probably draw you an accurate map of the parts of Toronto I've been to more than once."

"Cool. Are you working with about the same quality senses that a full Sessiaki would have, or did you get a toned down version?"

"About the same," he says. "Sessiaki-human mixes seem to be lucky that way. I can also see violet, which full Sessiaki can't; their visible spectrum is a little smaller."