"Well isn't that a lovely little mess in the making."

"Most of their errors aren't the compounding sort. They destroy lives but they don't stir unrest. We are a hard people to rile up."

"I don't know that that's better."

"I don't know either."

"Let me know if there's anything I can do to--help mitigate damage, or something."

"It does not sound like dreamscaping can bring back the dead, or I would be meeting Tyelcormo's parents by marriage."

"...Well. Not at my level. Or--anybody's, that I've hard of. But, um. My species--our bodies sort of--wear out on us after a couple centuries. And we can't get new ones. We went to Orome and he fixed it--or at least slowed it down a thousandfold, and I'm sure I can work out a permanent fix in that time, but anyway anything that takes more than two hundred years to get to the point where it can be done wouldn't have been discovered yet."

"Oh.

Well, then we'll all have high hopes for a thousand years from now."

"Yeah."

It's into Laurelin's hours when everyone at last rises from the table.

That went well.

Course it did.

I was nervous! The chances of things going badly was slim but the consequences could be catastrophic!

If they'd been jerks we'd just go build our house without them, not that they would have been.

I love you.

I married you. My family really does not get a say.

I know. Doesn't mean it wouldn't be sad if we didn't get along.

Yeah. It'd be awful. But I knew you would.

You were right.

I think Imliss did too, which is good, because she won't want to spend all her time around us.

I think so too. I'm really glad.

I do in fact have a room.

Was the complaint about proximity just about proximity or is it actually likely to be insufficiently sound-muffling?

I have Macalaure as a brother, the whole house is built to be very sound muffling.

I do not understand the significance of that particular sibling but I understand 'soundproof enough'.