"Hello I'm a miracle distributor from another world and I just found out about mysteriously dying dragon babies and I can fix them now so you should tell the dragon council so I can go look at all the dragon babies that there are and fix the doomed ones," he says, very rapidly.

"They've already heard from me once today; I spent this afternoon turning shrens into dragons," he says. "You can tell I'm telling the truth if you look, anyway, you have a mildly alarming amount of mind magic, I can see why Kaylo thought a sudden flood of green-group uniques would be a bad idea."

"So you're willing to let me check?" clarifies Keo.

"Yes," says Lazarus.

There goes that mildly alarming mind magic. Excellent. Lazarus manages to only bounce impatiently a tiny little bit.

Presently, Keo says, "The council doesn't have records of clutches currently in the danger zone. She can get the news out, though, and you'll be swamped with baby dragons soon enough; where do you want to work?"

"Hmm. I don't have anywhere in mind especially," he says. "I can teleport to the baby dragons if someone tells me where they are. Oh, and I suppose you would be a good person for me to inform that shrens are not contagious anymore, I bet the dragon council will want to know that too."

"Eiaa mentioned that they were all miraculously healed earlier today. I suppose that was you too?"

"Yes," he says. "I'm not actually sure that every single shren has been dragoned yet, just the ones in the houses and the babies out of the houses that the council told me about, but even the ones that aren't and any future ones won't be contagious now, I did that just recently. It seemed helpful."

"Right. You only need to be told where baby dragons are to go rescue them?"

"Yes. I have extremely convenient teleportation magic."

"How much do you need to be told about it?"

"Enough to distinguish it from other places. An address will work if there aren't two places with that address containing potentially imperiled baby dragons."

"You could," Keo points out, "just travel to the homes of these babies in age order of the babies."

"It's easier to use addresses," he says. "Not because of an inherent limitation of the magic, just because it's easier for me to think 'go to such-and-such an address' than 'go to next youngest endangered baby'. And people will probably be likelier to open their doors for me if they already know who I am and what I'm doing there, and I should probably warn people before I start turning their babies into uniques - that's not necessary for saving them, it just happens not to cost any more magic than turning them into normal amounts of dragon. But yes, I could do that."

"...Warn me before you make any green-group uniques. The little ones aren't any less powerful than the adults and they need safeties."

"Yes. So I heard," he says. "I think I might just not. Are green-group slightly-extra-amounts-of-dragon dangerous the same way?"

"Unusuals? No, those are fine, all they get on top of the empathy is mindspeak, none of the - extras. At worst they're annoying, and tiny empaths can be that too."

"Oh good," he says. "Okay then. I should - let's see - there's bound to be more than fifty endangered babies in the world; I should go see if the miracle generator wants to give me any more... Can you contact me if anyone needs a baby rescued immediately while I'm busy doing that? Otherwise I will need to come up with some kind of clever magical solution for letting any of a very large number of dragons get in touch with me at a moment's notice, and nothing is springing to mind. And do you know how many potentially endangered babies there are? In rough estimate, at least?"

"If I learn of it I'll tell you and I'll tell Eiaa that it should route through me if she hears it. More than fifty, probably more than two hundred, probably fewer than a thousand, I don't know how many people are trying for full-blooded dragon children at any given time."

"Okay. Thank you!" he says, and teleports to Ehail's office.