Mae has a list of locations. Apparently she is friends with the owners of a small chain of convenience stores, and they will pass on messengers from her. It shouldn't come up, unless it's an emergency. The relevant information is shared while the lunch is prepared.

DZ stays to listen while Deskyl brings breakfast up to Daska.

"...just say my name and that should be enough. And you, dear, how are you holding up?"

"I'm fine, ma'am."

"And Deskyl?"

"She's doing well. She's a little concerned about Raafi, though, he's not completely recovered."

Frown. "She mentioned why?"

"No ma'am, just that she didn't expect him to leave today."

"Huh, well, I guess Master Temple needed to go to his family and Raafi is quite mobile."

"Yes ma'am. Well, we'll check in, you can let us know if we're needed."

"I will dear." Mae says giving DZ a smile before returning to packing vegetables into a more compact configuration.

And shortly they can go out, with Daska leading the way - she may not have a family, but she has friends and acquaintances and mentors, people who'll wonder if she disappears on them, and an apprenticeship she needs to decide if she's going back to or putting on hold for a while.

Those various people can still be found where she usually finds them. One of her mentors is at the shop in the touristic district. Chewing the root she is usually chews on.

People react confused at the DZ, but generally don't approach, and apparently think she is some kind of power manifestation.

DZ stays close to Deskyl, ignoring the stares; Deskyl stares back, once or twice, when people seem a little too interested for her taste, but doesn't make an issue out of it beyond that.

"Hi," Daska says when they get to the shop.

"Hi! Been a while!" She says in good spirits through the root. "Do you want to help sort the beady bracelets? I think I still have some pastries the baker got me the other if you want some."

"Sure," she grins, but turns to DZ first. "Tell-?"

    "Yes ma'am. Daska has decided to move in with us, ma'am, she might not be around very often in the future."

She wordlessly points at the covering where the snacks are kept "the ones without the spice are on the red box."

"Huh," the woman frowns at DZ, clearly curious but apparently she is not the type to pry. "That sad to hear, Daska helped me out a lot with the odds and ends here around the shop. But as long she is well."

"We'll make sure of it, ma'am."

"Come visit whenever," she says to no one in particular, while returning to the task of fixing a task. Chewing on her root.

Desyl and DZ browse while Daska sorts bracelets, and then they can move on.

The next stop is behind a coffee shop with an owner that doesn't like homeless people, but with a son that is nice and sneakily gives out food that his father would throw away. The son spots Daska and comes out. "Hey, a bit early-" He stops when he spots Deskyl and DZ. "Hi...?"

"Hi. We're okay. I'm - with them, wanted - don't worry. And thank you."

    "Daska has decided to move in with us, sir, she might not be around very much in the future."

"Will sometimes."

He flounders for some cultural script to figure out what to say next. "Uh, okay. Uh," he takes a long pause undecided to speak with the metal face who did speak, and the flesh face that didn't. "Uh, I take you are her sorcerer sister?"

DZ translates this for Deskyl, who shrugs, but nods.

    "Something a bit like that, sir."

"Ah, okay. Can I ask about the metal thing?" He waves at DZ's being.