"If we can get ahold of her. I guess the other yous might know some of them but it seems like they'd be gender-swapped."

"They got ahold of you, right?"

"Yeah, maybe we're 'closer' or it'll work if Masaharta tries it."

She looks at Masaharta thoughtfully for a while.

"Hm?"

"They're just all so young. And - happy, mostly, and where they're unhappy it's so fixable -"

"Yeah. How's Lírnith doing?"

Snort. "All right. She's Taylor Swift, right now - I guess you wouldn't listen to music -"

"Haven't really been able to, no, I'll catch up now that I've got ears to borrow from a safe distance."

"Well, she holds herself back when she's doing popular human music and will embarrassed for you to hear it but I'd be happy to loan you my ears."

"I love you."

"This is a discouraging set of evidence about how we'd get along if we'd met without the magic artifact, though."

"...it's not helpful if I say Cor liked his till he turned out to be evil, is it. Mirelótë likes hers? Albeit differently?"

"This is true. Anaander adores hers but this is more creepy than reassuring."

"Is it?"

" - I'm not sure. I guess I prefer it to if Anaander did not like hers but - Anaander is upsetting. I ...already knew I'm evil but I thought it took more."

"I mean what I'm getting here is that we're both kind of all over the place, you more than me though Rubelite is real wacky."

"This is true. Well. I love you."

"I love you too."

Eventually the Osirians will start to drift off to bed.

Cor asks Hemaka about guest rooms for him and Rubelite.

"Of course."

And the visitors who need to sleep can all do that.

Cam drinks coffee and works on the Internet.

Mirelótë doesn't need to sleep tonight either; she'll catch up on language stuff with Fe-Anar if, as she suspects, he plans to pull an all-nighter.