Oh they don't speak to those relatives. Not that she's going to storm up to the shren house to say anything about it. 

Lavi is a witch; she sends the shren house a batch of any of the painkiller recipes she tries that seem like they help Luci, at all. 

They try stuff and report back!

She's not going to totally revolutionize the field in twenty years, or anything. But witchcraft is something she can do, and she can't just watch her daughter suffer and wail when she can do something. 

And Leelu--learns to hate. 

It's not as though she were an especially non-angry person before this. But with every scream, every sob of pain, every time the word shren digs its way into her brain as though it could ever mean more than the word daughter, her antipathy towards Draconic--towards the concept of dragonhood--deepens. What could possibly be siaddaki about dead babies? About abandoning your children? She encounters a woman who puts her nose in the air about the fact that Areelu brought her daughter home and only quick thinking on her wife's part in the form of literally teleporting Leelu away in time prevented her from being arrested for assault. 

She yearns, in the depths of her soul, to commit horrifying violence every time she says the word "shren" and a dragon reacts as though she was out of line. She doesn't. It wouldn't accomplish anything. But she wants. 

Eventually Luci learns to shift. Flying isn't everything it should be, for a white-group, but it makes the esu go away. Her temperament improves overnight, back to the sweet little girl Ilen told Laviwina about, so long ago. 

Lavi tells her daughter that story, eventually. 

Luci is twenty-nine when she mails Ilen a drawing she did, of her and what she imagines him to look like (at her level of drawing, the details are more or less irrelevant anyway) under a starry sky. 

Ludei has to send the return letter on Ilen's behalf, because Ilen panics if he contemplates anything outside the building too much, but it's a very sweet sentiment and the drawing is posted up high on the wall where it won't be set on fire.