"It is my duty to protect you, as a delicate young woman, from the hazards of the streets of Sothis. Especially the ninjas, since they're my fault, but also the Red Scorpion assassins, who are not, and the great beetle Ulumet, which definitely isn't."

Giggle. "I'm at least three times your age, you know."

"Oh, my cultural translator must have been acting up again. 'young', among humans, just means 'pretty'."

"Oh, I see, this nuance wasn't covered when I was picking up Osirian. You are rather young yourself."

He holds his hand to his heart. "It itches," he informs her, solemnly. 

"You poor thing.

Do you wanna help me think up things to do tomorrow to get a room ready for my parents, I don't know exactly what they're going to need specifically but I was going to get them the room next door and try to think of everything so they don't have to."

"Sure. Uh, food, you'll maybe want on hand so they don't have to interact with a bunch of servants who are racist and don't speak their language. Are they going to worry about security, should we get Mahdi to put a bunch of protective stuff up..."

"They might, yeah, I can do some of that myself but Mahdi would contribute variety and caster level - though I don't know if he'd care to do it as a favor and I already owe you money - also I can't put in too much food because - huh, I don't know off the top of my head if she's going to appear fertility off or on, that's annoying to not know. Anyway if she shows up with it off but then gets carried away by how amazing bread is that's an extra annoyance nobody needs so maybe I should keep most of it in my room and just dole it out and make sure she's letting him have some."

"- I think this is drow stuff I can't follow, but okay -"

"Oh, uh, the way the elf fertility perk works is that - I think actually also in humans, if you malnourish one enough, they stop bleeding and can't get pregnant? We do too but then we don't start again unless we eat a lot. Like, it can be a normal amount, that doesn't undo it, but surfacer food is really good so I'm at all worried that if Rynaeri isn't thinking straight she'd have a feast like she was planning on a kid. - Also while some people do it the malnourishment way it's faster to do it by cutting yourself and bleeding a bunch and not getting magical healing so I suppose if they both bounce back really fast don't be alarmed if she's got cuts."

" - huh. Okay, food but not where they can go wild with it. Baths? Changes of clothes?"

"I assume they don't show up covered in Abyssal muck - like, they're not even in their normal looking bodies at the moment, they're horrible grub things - but yeah, baths might be relaxing, I don't know if they'll show up in clothes at all so I should bring outfits to the temple with me sufficient for sky fireball protection..." Notes notes.

"I think they show up naked, yeah. Uh, your mom's a caster? Will she need stuff so she can do magic - should she have it, if so -"

"Rynaeri is a third level cunning sorcerer - that doesn't even get her second level spells, sorcerers lag. And I do not know her to know any spells that she needs stuff for - you've seen me cast, I don't go for bat guano or whatever it is with every spell like most people do, she's like that. I'll make sure I've prepped some of what she knows in advance for counters in case she starts throwing rays of frost in a panic, but she is not very scary. Chal might actually be scarier but I don't have convenient numbers on it since he didn't cast and anyway he's not going to show up armed."

"Okay. I'm not thinking of anything else. I can ask Mahdi if he'll do the rooms as a favor."

"I appreciate that, especially since it must itch so."

He asks. Mahdi'll do some easy spells on the room, and wishes her a happy reunion.

And on Toilday they can go back to the temple.

Belmarniss has clothes, and snacks cunningly intended to gauge whether her mom is going to go nuts over (in this case) nuts. "I wasn't actually expecting you to come along but it's nice of you."

"I can wait outside. Just - if anything comes up, or if you need to convince them you've acquired a respectable number of slaves in their absence..."

"I don't think I will need to represent you as my possession to my parents."

"Well, I make no promises about how I'd need to represent you to mine."

The man at the temple escorts them to a large fairly boring reception room up some flights of stairs.

She fidgets with the outfits, making sure they are neatly folded and that she has correctly sorted them into the one for Rynaeri and the one for Chal.

The cleric of Nethys arrives a minute later. "I need the bones," she says, "well, those or a lot more money. Huh, there's a lot of you."

"...my friend can wait outside if you want?" she says confusedly, producing a bone fragment and a lock of silvery hair. "This one first," she adds of the hair.

"That wouldn't even halve it!" She takes the hair, takes a diamond, sits down and starts - sketching, on a sketchpad. It is visible to Detect Magic that she's casting something but it is not noticeable otherwise. "I'm not complaining, the more people you can see the more you can see about people. You're clumsy every time! It's so oddly specific. If you want this boy this is the only place where you can have him, though, I think."