"Mother and I have it drawn. Mostly me." 

"...Oh." 

She starts getting people moved into a drawing room.

(Does that seem a bad 'oh' or a good 'oh' or an ambivalent 'oh'...)

It's very much a there's-something-morbidly-romantic-about-drinking-my-True-Love's-lifeblood 'oh.'

She tugs Joseph down to sit on a loveseat with her and leans her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. 

She's not going to touch the weird things kids these days find romantic.

"Do you want to talk about reintegration now? We had some thoughts, for getting you back into the world."

"Like what?" 

"We thought of two main options, though it's hardly an exhaustive list."

"We could set you both up somewhere far away enough no one would know your face. It would mean leaving behind everything familiar."

"We could also claim you faked your death - especially if you wish to come forward about your mother's crimes."

...Nod. 

"It'd be kind of inconvenient to keep working with the rest of you on the necromancy stuff if we left, wouldn't it." 

"It would, especially since I would prefer not to move myself. But arrangements could be made; I certainly do not mind traveling often."

"...I could wear a disguise? There are ways to use makeup to change the shape of one's face, and if people think the new fiance is noticeably similar to the old one, well, that's not necessarily a healthy choice but it's not suspicious." 

She hums. "I'd expect some to be able to recognize your voice, as well..."

"I don't have to talk much. And we could travel, when there's traveling to be done. I don't...care, honestly about the people we're trying to fool. I mean, I want people to be okay and not dead, but I don't really get anything out of interacting with people I have to hide myself from, one way or another." 

She nods.

"It might be best for you two to travel for a time in the first place, if that is our choice. Joseph goes off for a time, long enough for the memories of you to fade farther... And long enough to find another fiancee, as well as practice any lies about your background."

"I certainly pretended to be my own relative often enough. I can advise you in changing just enough about yourself."

Nod. "Thanks. I appreciate it." 

"We could go to look for people with connections to the Outer Spheres, or, for that matter, simply enough weirdness to bring in on things. Spreading the practice would be valuable if we can find trustworthy people." 

"As well as likely to net us more experience. Knowledge of the occult was scattered and varied in my time, and acquiring the remains of prior initiates of it was a slow process."

Nod. "There's a copy of the Necronomicon at Miskatonic University; it makes sense to start there." 

"The translation or parts of the original," he asks, voice somewhat wry. "The translations I have seen are mostly exercises in the translator's imagination."

"I don't think anyone's seen a copy of the original Arabic in years, but the Wormius version that the library has is spoken of in what I thought were suitably hushed whispers." 

"It's sometimes possible to trace parts of the original given enough varied translations, as well. Certainly that might not be a bad place to start."

"Besides, I'm less interested in the contents than in who's been looking at it." 

She nods. "I'll be less adroit at that part, but if we deem it important I can take a look."

"I can probably be all the charming young lady we need, you're fine." 

"It is good, to have multiple strengths in a team."