"Me too. I should go check if she's settling in okay."

"I might be able to disentangle from that idiot. I'm not in a hurry about it, but if we got ahold of her and re-did some of that rigmarole with her and it cut me loose, would I be able to speed up and slow down just by manipulating whether I was in debt or not at any given time? Like I could consolidate all my debt onto one fairy, and then they could tell me they'd consider it a favor if I did some thing that's doable slow, and then I could square with them and do that thing whenever..."

"Might work. Even if the speeding-up side of it didn't work you can speed up at will anyway with a circle."

"That's simpler! So I guess if she would like to be rid of me this court can try to borrow her from the one she's with now."

"I'll see what we can do."

And she flutters off to write her letter.

He notifies everyone it's safe to come back to their conference room.

"Did everything go okay?"

"Without a hitch, yeah, we're all disentangled and nothing went seriously wrong. A cleric has a heap of gold, fairy dude has his grandma, my fellow winged person is gonna write us a letter, I guess there's a magical gate that goes between here and her place now so hopefully the letter explains that so Khemet's security doesn't have aneurysms..."

"I'm not sure they shouldn't! Depending on the security on their end, I guess. Fairies seem very dangerous."

"Yes, but they want nothing to do with us, so there's that?"

"Yes, it could definitely be worse. Speaking of which, I think we should stop looking for worlds for a bit."

"Yeah, I was saying to Rirosseth that this does seem to be a principled reason to go exploit rather than explore. Though we should go ahead and keep our appointment with Bella probably."

"Agreed."

"I wonder why she lives with them."

"I wonder if she can leave or if she's stuck there. It'd be really hard to give up sarcasm and whatnot."

"She didn't seem to be urgently trying to figure out if she could leave."

"I wanna know where she was before that was so much worse."

"Well, maybe she'll write and we can ask all these questions."

"I want lunch."

He gestures at a servant. 

"Amentans, you still leery of human comestibles?"

"No reason not to err on the side of caution while we have you. I'll take a copy of what I had for dinner on the day of the last glass festival."

"I'll take whatever they're serving today at Cartier's."

And everyone can have lunch.