"Hm, since everyone else with the right knowledge base is occupied right now - how bad does it get for shrens? Pain-wise, I mean."
"Uh - very? I don't think there's a great way to describe it - uh, shrens and miracles who've been through the whole usual course of it can completely ignore basically anything else that happens to them as long as it doesn't lose them a form. Finnah has a story about how some guy tried to mug her once when she was on a dance company trip to Baveria and she just grabbed his knife in her bare hand and grinned at him and he got scared and ran away," says Aurin. "...Then she bitched about getting blood on her dance uniform and had to fly to a light, but the rest of the girls in her company were very impressed and bought her an iced planet."
"I have a baseless hunch that that might be related to why Mial is so... accelerated in his Milesness," says Mark. "And my baseless hunches about Miles and his alts are usually spot-on."
"No, I mean, how's the esu thing supposed to turn up the Milesitude," Aurin clarifies.
"Good question. Damned if I know. Something about - pressure," he says.
"He... calmed down," says Aurin. "I didn't hang out with Finnah back then but I'm told she was a screaming terror. He just sort of tried very hard to keep busy and when it didn't work he'd go on long crying jags - when he was littler and it wasn't that bad and when he was on the drugs he was much more fluttery and excitable."
"You can get your doctorate in Miles-psychology from some minimally reputable university. Doctor Mark," Ivan tosses off.
"Lalita's blood seems to work perfectly thoroughly on elves. The scanner's estimate of your age is dropping precipitously," she says.
"I think," says Koridaar, "once we verify the extent of the effect, I might like to take my runecasting study materials and go home. Otherwise I expect to be waiting a long time for Mial to be done swearing at his alts."
Bar provides. Finnah hands over an aaber and gets change and goes out the door.
"I suppose there is no good way to predict when the rejuvenating blood will be done with me," says Koridaar.
"I could guess," says Linya, "but since we have no planned responses to any of the possible answers and I don't know if I'd be even close I'm not sure I should bother naming a number."
Books are supplied. Linya inclines her head and goes back to her own merry barsploitation.