"Yeah."

"You doing okay?"

"Yeah. I mean, adjusting to things actually happening after a week of lots of nothing happening, but - we have Verita."

"We do! Pretty solid rescuing, on the whole. And Fazil has Plane Shift which will make him very happy when he retires."

"Yeah. That's good."

"He can shuttle people to Aktun. Pays well and socially important and all if you think people oughta get to visit Aktun."

"I'm sure lots of people must want to."

"Yeah. I mean, they could do worse."

"So I'm told."

He shakes his head tiredly. "I'm glad you made it all right. I was scared one of these days we'd have to raise you."

"Would you?"

"What? Of course!"

"...why?"

" - I don't want you to be dead. I would be sad if you were.

- also, like, you can't just suffocate someone to death inside a bag of holding and then go 'well, it was an accident so I guess it's not our problem now'."

" - I mean, you can. I guess it might mess up your alignment."

"I should hope so! But it's not - if you died I wouldn't be thinking 'oh no, that'll show up on my permanent record' - I'd be thinking - how profoundly we failed you -"

"Okay, sorry. I'm just pretty sure raising the dead is worth more than I'm gonna make in my entire life. It's not the sort of thing you ought to count on."

"That makes sense. But we - dragged you into this whole mess. We'll get you out of it if we possibly can."

Nod.

Hug?

...yeah. Hugs are good.

He is somewhat impeded in giving good hugs at present but he'll try.

Aww. She does not have very high hug standards and is pretty sure this is still pretty excellent.

And eventually they should stop that before his friends wake up and he should check if he recognizes any of these plants.

Yeah.

They're not the kinds of plants they have on the surface. The grass is the only thing around that doesn't look identifiably different.