"Right. If I want them back after that I would just make new ones. Slightly macabre, but I don't mind if you want to try it."

"I think I will. I probably have enough Souls of Flight."

"And my wings are very snazzy."

"They're pretty snazzy," she agrees. "I still like mine better."

"Sure. Yours are faster, for one thing. Are we in some kind of hurry? This isn't my maximum theoretical airspeed, just my unaided one."

"No, we're most of the way there and the sun's not down yet. We're fine."

"Night being when the nastier nasties come out?"

"Yeah. This island hasn't had its Wall of Flesh yet, so it's relatively tame, but it's still annoying to be assaulted by flying eyeballs so I try to get indoors before dark unless I'm collecting stars or something."

"Collecting stars."

"Little sparkling stars fall from the sky at night and they're very useful," she says. "You can try making one if you want."

He tries. "Nope."

"Oh well. They're not that hard to collect. I have enough at home to make a full course of mana candies, I think."

"Mana candies being?"

"You eat them and they give you magic. Local magic. Useful for things like operating a Shadowbeam Staff."

"I wonder if they'll work on me."

"Should they not?"

"Part of being indestructible is also being pretty hard to alter. Usually I can make exceptions to things - that's why I can cut off my wings - but it might or might not have a gap for the mana candies, and if it does that's actually a little concerning because it means I am in principle potentially vulnerable to local magic."

"Well, I'm not going to try shooting you with a Shadowbeam Staff to find out if it works..."

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

"But I'm not sure mana candies and the magic they can do are the same kind of thing that way. I mean, you can eat food but if someone tried to harm you with food it wouldn't work, right?"

"I can eat food, if someone tries to poison me it usually won't work, and if I try to let someone poison me, it will only work to a point."

"So if you let the mana candies give you magic...?"

"Then it might not work, in which case I don't get any magic, or it might work, in which case if I'm careless or my indestructibility has gaps for unfamiliar magic in general something bad might also be able to work - and I've had a hundred fifty years to get used to being carelessly immortal."

"Never having been carelessly immortal before, I guess I wouldn't know."

"...Usually, in the five-part multiverse I am familiar with, people who summon daeva - demons like me, or angels or fairies - then turn into daeva when they die. But I don't know what part of the usual system has changed here. I don't know if you could get one, I don't know if you could send them back, and even if that part worked fine you may be attached to some completely different afterlife-related arrangement."