"Hey. I'm not planning to mistreat you. I'm sorry this is so complicated."

"Do I have a court, now?"

"I'm staying with your son's court and intend to transfer you to them. I will not want to keep you long term, it's just expedient for the transfer."

- she nods.

"Does this have - implications we are unaware of -"

"Fairies without courts are at greater general risk, as I understand it. It's typically preferred to keep everyone you're entangled with where you can see them and that lends itself to a court structure."

"We maybe shouldn't talk too much while we're waiting, considering."

The fairy holds still and waits to go invisible.

After about ten minutes there she goes. "Okay, if you follow me you'll come through the gate."

And through she goes.

He glances from his father (who is sitting rigidly looking in the other direction) to his grandmother. 

"No entanglement.

- and now there is."

" - that's my son," she says a bit incredulously. "How long has it been?"

Promise re-visibles her.

Then he will run over and give her a hug.

"Lohte, how long do you need - I can go tell them to wait -"

"Another twenty minutes or so."

She nods. "Lohte says another twenty minutes or so."

"Okay." He paces.

Cam writes down his mail label for the new Bell in case she wants to write them later.

Pelape tries to play a pocket everything game to kill time. It doesn't work.

And eventually - "everything's squared away."

"Did the gate, uh, pay for your grandma?"

"Yes, close enough that the rest of the entanglement'll fade quickly-seeming-to-you if you're slowed down when I die."

"You in the crown, in what denomination will your clerical friend prefer his compensation?"

"Gold."

"Say when," Cam tells Lohte, and he starts stacking up gold bars.