"Besides her son being safe, what things she cares about?"

"Huh," they both get thoughtful looks. "Ours cared about status and reputation."

"But hard to be sure how that changes when you are..." He waves at Remi's hair. "our didn't have that much status, but she cared."

"Could she be convinced that going to another world is essentially moving up in the reputation ladder? A place it doesn't matter that she is a Red?"

"Thank you," he tells Heri, "If she cares about reputation, yes, roughly anything better than outright slavery could be presented as better than what we have. Caring about reputation might also translate as the kind of red who cares an unusual amount about pollution, however," he adds. "Most of us care more than the average human does, but not nearly to the extent that the other castes do. If we ever did care that much, it's been bred out. Still, you get an outlier, here and there." 

"She... refuses to take outside jobs. And is kinda of picky about inside jobs too?" Heri says in a small voice.

One Henry pets Heri's head. "It's okay."

"Well, we don't really have that much work on the island. And we can probably set both of you up with cloned babies and... I don't know how cleans things need to be, but it's probably doable with our magic."

"He at least doesn't find it repulsive," Felix points out. "My family can probably take care of the four, wait... eight of you." He pauses to rethink. "Nah, that's still doable, specially if you're willing to teach your magic. Less available babies. I think most cities have nice parts that are this clean. My avalon is definitely clean."

"Avalon?"

"It's like a secret neighborhood for magical creatures like me."

"I know the type," He says in response to Heri's statement.

"Both of those sound like fairly good options," he agrees, "But, is she... ah, trustworthy, with that sort of secret?" He asks the Henries warily.

Another meaningful look, more doubtful this time. "We are honestly not sure." One says finally.

"Uh... I am optimistic about eventual integration between magical and non-magical society, but I would rather something firmer than that? It would be a world-changing secret if the existence of magic came out."

"Perhaps we shouldn't be planning to move to your world, then," he says. He looks around, taking in the lack of other patrons. The bar must have emptied out while they were busy discussing. "What of your world?" He asks the tall fellow with the dark hair. 

Alex looks up from where he's leaning against the doorframe which leads to the infirmary, keeping an eye on the open door just down the hall to try to keep the time flows synced up. 

"I wouldn't recommend it," he says after a moment. "We know almost nothing about the magical species of our world, but the two we do know about are dangerous. I described the beings we've been calling vampires earlier - they're blood drinkers, incredibly fast and strong, alluring to humans. I was able to fight one off in my other form - I can turn into a wolf," he clarifies, "But a human wouldn't stand a chance." He pauses, "And that's just the species we know about. For all we know there could be more." 

"Maybe we should send some of us with you and share our magic?"

"We could hardly say no to help," he agrees, surprised by the offer. "So long as you're aware of the danger."

"What is your magic, exactly? I hadn't realized it was transferrable."

"Oh, we can control and manipulate these crystals to do several things," One Henry says making his crystals grow into a spike.

"The crystal can convert other things into crystal, memorizing the absorbed material patterns, you can then use that to get back your object."

"Or duplicate the object." He bifurcates his spike to point at himself and the other Henry.

"And there are also empowered crystals with more exotic effects. Each one produces one unique to themselves."

"Our does anti-magic. You can duplicate someone's else crystal, if you have it available, but it's hard."

"One of the more straightforwardly useful magic systems I've heard of," Remi notes. "What is it about the crystal which is cloning you that stops you from controlling it?" He asks. 

"They are fuelled by your lifeforce, which is why they are embedded in our flesh."

"They also feed off light. The one that clones us is huge and we can't master it."

"And it's not only a matter of raw power, but skill. We are largely self-taught and we don't know what's wrong and how to fix it."

"That's unfortunate. It sounds like something that will only be solved with time and more experimentation, I suppose." He makes a humming sound, "Still, your world does sound like the best option, so far. Now, how do we convince Roaja of that."

"Well, in ours she will have access to babies, won't need work and she - and her son - will be far safer there than Amenta?"

"She might decide the other options are better. But then our world is likely to find Milliways again and she will be able to return to Amenta or find a new world."

"I don't like this, but we can just nope her out of any other worlds that aren't Amenta and theirs?" Felix says looking between the Henries and Alex.

"It's pretty easy to sell mine as too dangerous, clearly. Dirty, as well. If having garbage kicking around is unclean, then our cities qualify."

"I'm not sure I like the idea of preventing her from seeking other options, but," he sighs, and then motions around the empty room, "At least at the moment there aren't any other options. We could offer summaries that make the Earths out as unclean, and the island a much better option than Amenta - which it is."