Nod.

"Thank you."

"Sure thing. We can check her father, too, if she wants."

"Do angels go anywhere, when they die?"

They glance at each other. 

"I was taught they don't," says Fazil. "But we can check."

Nod.

They keep riding. Their captors confer in Osirian. Hagan brought food for lunch, too. 

She eats. Occasionally she prays. 

She makes fragile little toys for herself and has them do glorious combat until they beat each other into oblivion.

"So it looks like we're not immediately being pursued," he says when they're done conferring. "They still have a few ways they might be tracing you; we think we've countered them but we aren't confident we know them all. We'd like to go home. We can lie low for a little bit, restock, pay our bills, and then head out if we get a lead on any additional siblings or an indication they're on our trail again. Does that sound all right?"

"Where's home? - like I guess you guys are the kidnapper part of this group so you kind of get to decide where we go, but."

"Osirion. If you're like 'oh I hate Osirion anywhere but there' we'll figure something out. We weren't actually intending to kidnap you, we thought you were already a prisoner."

"Oh. - I don't know that much about Osirion."

"It's okay in some ways."

         "He's the most down on it of anyone I've ever met there," says Fazil. 

"Lawful neutral. Lots of interesting stuff to fight out in the desert. We have a pharaoh. You shouldn't believe anything anyone tells you about the pharaoh because they're not allowed to say he sucks. That's not to say I have a reason to think he sucks, just - notice patterns like that and be suspicious of them -"

          "I could gracefully decline to discuss politics," Fazil says. "I would, if I thought the pharaoh had made a mistake."

"The thing that makes Osirian useful is that we know how to sell our skills for money there and we're low on money," Hagan says bluntly, "and also they'll return you two to us if you escape and other places might not. I think you'll be comfortable and I can take you exploring and I don't think you'll be miserable and if I'm wrong we will try something else."

"Why'd they return us to you? You're, like, kidnapper people. Accidental kidnapper people, but still."

"I mean, if we explained everything they would not return you to us. But if we say we're allowed to have you they'll believe us, at least while you don't speak the language, at least in towns where spells aren't easy to find and people don't speak Taldane."

"Isn't it more likely you just kidnapped us if we don't speak Osirian?"

"People don't usually go to Cheliax and kidnap people from there! It's an objectively very weird thing to do!"

"Well, yeah, but if you found someone with two Chelish people who couldn't speak the local language and who were trying really hard to get away from the people who said they were supposed to be with them, what would you figure was happening?"

"They'd figure we were slaves."

" - oh."

"You aren't. We just - we've been chasing this thing for a year now and we're not in very good shape to keep doing so and we need a little bit of a break to get into a better position. And then we'll talk about what to do next, as a group, all of us."

"Okay."

"If you say not Osirion, we'll go somewhere else," says Fazil. He looks exhausted.

"We can try Osirion first. - if that's okay with you."

"I don't have a preference for anywhere else."