"I could probably do more with it with more practice, but I'm not really cunning enough to be a wizard properly so it would take a long time and has never seemed like a very compelling use of my spare hours."

"'People who aren't cunning enough to be wizards being taught cantrips' is something I've heard rumors of happening in a specific place I've never been to on this planet; I never got even that much of an inkling of it on Golarion." 

"It's unusual on Golarion too."

"Fair enough. The world has a million wonders, after all."

"Is that an aphorism?"

"Oh. Yes, a local one."

Seems sort of weird not to have an equivalent idiom to that. What are people going to do, not notice that the world contains weird exceptions to every rule stuffed into all its nooks and crannies?

They're going to notice that and describe it in terms like "stranger things have happened."

At some point are they going to lead him to the townhouse they offered or are they supposed to stand here for another hour or what.

They're going to wait until Taylor's bug-senses inform her that the mop-up of the cultists and the ritual site is complete, and then they're going to Teleport there, yes. 

Seshka will do the teleporting so he doesn't have to touch Taylor's swarm-covered body. 

He doesn't even know Taylor can teleport, so he doesn't note the courtesy!

Well, they're the same circle, and regular familiars exchange spells just fine with swarm familiars, but he doesn't know that and Seshka isn't going to draw Taylor's attention to the fact that Golarionites tend to expect Fewer Bugs in people's personal space than people acculturated to swarm witches do, so that piece of communication is just going to not happen for right now. 

The townhouse doesn't look too outrageous, compared to what a secondary residence of a wealthy person in, say, Taldor, would look like, but there are a lot more balconies, and the roof is constructed in a way informed by the assumption that people are going to be on it. Seshka leads the way inside, calling out to the servants that they have a visitor. 

Balconies and structurally sound roofs make sense for a winged race, not that he's ever thought about that before.

This guy is very foreign, he's a cleric of a Lawful Good god none of them will have heard of, she's putting him up, let her parents know about him if they show any indication of visiting the city. 

One of the servants' children toddles up to her, arms extended to be picked up; she scoops up the kiddo, kisses their cheek, spins them around, then puts them down and continues talking to the majordomo like nothing happened. 

He has never had occasion to discover if he's any good with children or not and hopes he does not have to find out right now.

The baby sits down on the floor and jams their hand into their mouth, ignoring Blai entirely. 

Seshka finishes arranging things and then Blai can be shown to a room. 

"Thank you. Should I perhaps have a phrasebook of a few things I might need to tell or understand from the servants? Especially if I can't guarantee preparing Comprehend Languages or Share Language tomorrow."

"Oh, uh--" she looks at Taylor. 

"Fair enough." Taylor takes off the Tongues amulet and holds it out to Blai. 

"- thank you. Are there any particular precautions I should take with this or a schedule on which you expect to need it back?"

"--No, and...I will talk to a Lawful friend and get back to you on the latter? My standard procedure is to loan things to people I expect not to run off with them and then ask for them back when it comes up, which..." she spreads her hands regretfully. "I'm Chaotic. By temperament more than philosophy."

"Understood."

"And you're welcome!" 

The two girls depart shortly thereafter. The room Blai has been shown to is, well, the kind of room you find in a rich person's house, with a very soft bed and shelves with books and all the fabric looking a lot easier to damage than anything you'd find in a military fort. 

He can indefinitely occupy himself with solo chess and studying the Acts if nothing comes up.

A few hours later a servant knocks on his door with dinner.