"We need you not to mindread people, can you do that?"

" - yes -" She is staring between Mirelótë and Pelape rather desperately.

"Can you swear you've done that."

"No, I don't swear to things. - where am I - who are you - you look like -"

"We're a bunch of alternate universe versions of each other and you getting summoned here inexplicably. Why don't you swear to things, we are not all confident we have private thoughts down -"

"I'm not reading your mind."

He disappears. The new person disappears with him. 

He comes back a second later. 

"She's on my personal demiplane. If she's a me we shouldn't leave her there alone but we can take only the people who are sure they have it or willing to take the chance."

"I'm sure."

"I am too but all things considered probably shouldn't be one of a small handful going to keep her company."

"I don't care very much."

"Nor do I."

"We could also de-statue the other one there as long as we're selecting people who can put up with it one way or the other, and see if he'll swear to things."

"We could but do we want him, even if he'll cut out the mindreading?"

"It... seems sort of interesting that you have wound up in situations where you don't wind up killing any of us. He might be important sooner or later."

He glances at Cor.

"I'm not going to melt. If you can get him to not read people's minds that seems better than leaving him as a statue forever. If he is very obnoxious I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"All right." He, Mirelótë. Hemaka and Hagan can appear with the statue of Maitimo.

He takes off his cloak and pins it around the statue of Maitimo. He casts a spell.

He stops being stone. He falls to the ground, shaking.

"Hello. I'm Mirelótë Ambela, those are their graces Princes Khemet, Hemaka, and Telcar."

- he bows. "I'm sorry. I don't know how I came to be here." - glance at Mirelótë. "- and I don't know you, though I feel like I ought to."

"Will you swear to not read peoples' minds? They don't know how to stop you."

"Of course. Do you have a wording in mind -"

"'For the duration of my time away from my native plane or the next ten years whichever expires first, I will not use osanwë deliberately or prepensively to receive data from any person who has neither expressed to me their desire that I do so in the specific way I then do, nor been verified to have mastered private thoughtkeeping'."

"May I have a few minutes to think?"

"Yes." She turns to the new Maitimo. "I presume you heard the introductions; this one's presumably Nelyafinwë Maitimo; what's your name?"