"...We're celebrating our three-month anniversary? I didn't know we were doing that," she says, blinking at the box. She takes it. "And accordingly I didn't get you anything."

"It was just a convenient excuse for me to give you a present. Open it!"

"Okay, pet." She pecks him on the forehead and opens the box. "...Aww."

"It's so teeny. How often am I supposed to water it?"

"There should be a little paper thing inside the box with instructions on how to care for it."

"Oh, so there is." She puts the tiny cactus on her windowsill and looks at the instructions and then kisses him.

Kiss! "I love you."

"Hmmm," she says, and then she kisses him again and says, "I love you too."

"Pity it's Thursday," she purrs in his ear.

He squirms more and a soft noise escapes his throat.

"When is your first class on Thursdays?"

"Eleven."

"And how strongly do you feel about having breakfast today?"

"Much less strongly than I feel about the way you're looking at me right now."

And Sadde has not been this happy since she actually collared him. Best. Dom. Ever.

"Not again," Sadde sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Not ag-" She looks. "Oh."

"I keep hoping something will get through to him. If anything he's more miserable now than before."

"...It's more intermittent. And doesn't leak to anyone except you anymore."

"Yeah, I suppose. So, I mean, maybe the social welfare's higher, but it's still not an optimum solution." Well, look who's been studying his econ.

"Yeah. What're you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna talk to him and try not to act absurdly elated that you said you loved me and then spent most of the morning thoroughly proving it."

"Yeah, that might not seem very sensitive." She grabs his hair and kisses him. "I love you. Remember to actually eat lunch while playing counselor."

Jackson doesn't even notice his approach.

"Jackson?" he asks softly before taking a seat, trying to avoid startling the boy like he did the other day.

"Can I sit?"

"Mmhm."

"Tired."

"Hmmm. Didn't sleep well last night?"

"I... didn't. Sleep."

"Really? Why?"

"I was... up really late and then I was hungry so I came to breakfast."

"Why were you up really late?" he asks after eating a bit.

Squirm.

"Hm?"

Jackson takes a large bite of food and chews and doesn't make eye contact.

"Jackson?"

"Mm."

"I asked you a question," he points out, between bites.

"I was doing stuff. And then I was - walking. And then it was early."

"Hmm. New stuff?"

"Sort of."

"How can it be sort of new?"

"What happened, Jackson?"

"I don't know what happened. His phone rang and he left and he didn't come back."

"You didn't call him to ask?"

"Um, I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"...he left you tied up to fend for yourself? And he didn't even tell you why?"

"I think it was an emergency."

"Emergency or not, he could have at least told you what it was and untied you. How did you even get out on your own?" he asks, hoping the answer to that question is 'Master did one of those knots the sub can undo' while knowing it obviously isn't.

"I waited, first... then I kind of just wiggled out."

"Didn't he say—anything? Wait for me? Or don't? Or—anything?" he asks, despairing some.

"He was still on the phone when he went out..."

Sigh. "And he still hasn't called you?"

"My phone was dead by the time I got back to school."

"And you didn't get it charged," he sighs again.

"It's charging now... I didn't really think of it at first."

"Mmm. Do you—need anything?"

"I don't - I don't think so."

"How are you feeling?"

"You're scared he'll punish you for leaving without waiting for him?"

"I'm allowed to leave when he's done with me. But, uh, I forgot something when I left and then I'd locked myself out."

"What'd you forget?"

"...and you think he's gonna punish you for forgetting it, then?"

"Yeah."

"And I don't suppose you're any likelier to listen to my advice now than last time I gave it?"

Jackson's lip wobbles.

"...Jackson?"

"Mm?"

"What are you thinking?"

"I dunno what to do."

"What are the options? For what to do?"

"I - I don't know. I could buy another one on the way there, that might help."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"I didn't mean to forget it, I don't even mind it very much, I just, I was so tired, I had my shoes on the wrong feet for four blocks before I realized what was wrong with them and I don't have a key I couldn't go back and get it -"

Sadde impulsively hugs him.

Jackson doesn't hug back but he does lean in, sniffling slightly.

Sadde pats his back and sighs, then pulls away. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, I don't know..."

"Do you want to see Mason? I don't mean right now, I mean—today, or soon, or something."

"I don't know what else to do."

"Regardless of whether there's anything else to do, do you want to do this?"

"I don't want to do anything," says Jackson quietly.

"Nothing?"

"Not really." He pushes the end of a sausage across his plate with his fork, then sets it down.

"Hmm." Pause. "Did you consider the things I said the other day?"

"...what things?"

"Going back to therapy. I could go with you."

"I don't think you're allowed to do that."

"Hmm, yeah, maybe, I dunno. But I will, if the therapist person allows and you want me to. But—I still think you should. You'd—want things, if it worked and. Stuff."

"Wanting things wasn't so great either."

He shrugs uncomfortably. "Do you see what I see, here?"

"I don't know, do you see that my life sucks no matter what I do?"

"...more or less, yeah. I see a friend I wanna help but am not sure how. I mean, I've laid out what I think is wrong and what I think you should do and how I think it'd help, but I can't force you to do it. So, I don't know what to do either."

"A therapist isn't going to fix my life actually sucking."

"A therapist is going to tell you how to make your life actually not suck! Besides, do you have a better plan? What do you have to lose?"

Poke sausage. Observe sausage motion. Put down fork again. "I still think they'd flip out and go after Master."

"Well, one, you could choose not to tell them about Mason. They won't force you to. And two, I don't know if he's strictly a threat to your safety. I'm also not sure just how much power they really have to randomly go after someone."

"Well, I don't know either. That's not actually better."

"So you don't tell them," he repeats, shrugging.

"I think they'll notice if I don't. And try to make me. I'm not really good at not doing things people are trying to make me do."

"You seem awfully good at not going to the therapist," he points out. "But I don't mean make Mason a secret, I mean telling them you don't want to talk about Mason."

"Are you trying to make me go?"

"Not... exactly? I'm trying to persuade you it's in your best interests to go. I can't very well order you to do it."

"That's not the kind of thing I'm not good at not doing then."

"That's exactly the kind of thing a therapist would try to do, though. And maybe you could get a sub for a therapist."

"Subs can try to make people do things too, sometimes."

Sigh. "You can tell the therapist that if they try to make you tell them about Mason you'll stop going."

"That only works if they're not very good at making me do things."

"You're honestly tempting me to try to do just that."

Jackson looks away.

"Is that your only objection to therapy, then? That the therapist might go after Mason?"

"And I don't really think it'd help anything but it has that in common with everything, so."

"...suppose I found a way to guarantee they wouldn't go after Mason?"

"Like what?"

Shrug. "I don't know. Would my word that it's not within their legal rights suffice?"

"People sometimes do illegal things."

"Yes, sure, and teachers sometimes hit kids, doesn't mean you stop sending kids to school, it's a statistical anomaly."

Jackson doesn't seem to find this very convincing.

"Look, if their losing their license for doing it is not enough of a deterrent for you I don't know what is."

"Only if they'd actually lose their license," says Jackson. "Instead of just sort of doing things they shouldn't and then nothing happening."

"And why do you expect that to happen?"

"Do I look like I have the energy to sue anybody?"

"Well, I do. I'd do it for you."

"You wouldn't mind if something happened to Master."

"I wouldn't mind if you two broke up, and I'd very much love it if someone took him aside and told him a thing or two about healthy relationships, but that doesn't mean I wish him ill. And more to the point, I want to help you, and letting a therapist do exactly the one thing that's basically guaranteed to make them completely unhelpful for you without being punished for it would be contrary to my interests."

Sigh. "I dunno."

Sadde eyes him expectantly.

"What are you looking at me like that for?"

"I'm waiting to see if you'll decide I may not be full of it and you might as well give this a shot."

"You don't have to look at me like that to wait for something."

"I can stop looking at you like that," he says agreeably.

Jackson grumbles.

"What?"

Mumble mutter.

"Sorry, didn't catch that."

"That's probably because I didn't say it very clearly!"

He laughs. "Well what did you say, then?"

Jackson just glares at him.

"What!"

Jackson just shakes his head and gets up and leaves.

Her table is occupied by a bunch of younger subs giggling to each other.

"Yes?"

"Do you happen to know where I'd have to look for information about what therapists are or aren't required and allowed to break confidentiality for?"

"Hmm, well, the psychology Dewey Decimal is one fifty, but you might actually want law, three forty, or social services, three sixty..."

The Dewey Decimal system is pretty good for targeted browsing and not actually that great for finding an exact topic.

Yep, there she is. "Hi, pet."

"Hello, ma'am. How was your day?"

Scritch. "It was fine. Pirates person won, so we can actually get started now."

"Oh? How did they win?"

"Found out somebody else was doing the other idea, won over the third person, I went along to have a clear consensus and the opposing group member caved."

"Well, that's nice, then. History teacher still hasn't told us what the so-called 'surprise' will be."

"You still think it'll be unfortunate?"

"Well, at worse as unfortunate as Selene can get, which admittedly isn't a whole lot."

"Eh, there's style clashes between teachers and students in any school setting."

"Yes but I do have what if I were fictional could be reasonably called a Tragic Backstory, it does give me a certain sense of proportion whenever I feel too much like complaining. It's... oddly cheering, to be quite frank."

"Aww." She leans down to kiss the top of his head.

"It's, you know how some parents tell their children they should feel lucky, they're privileged, etcetera? It's kinda like that, but a bit more real. I have a gorgeous, hot, smart, ambitious, amazing dom, I'm in a great magic school, I'm going to make everyone immortal, and I'm gonna have to visit an abusive piece of shit for break sometimes and pretend you've converted me into a submissive girl and even that is not, comparatively, that terrible. History class surprises hold no threat to me."

More head-kisses. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he says, squirming a bit under the kisses. "I'm feeling—weirdly happy, I don't know, maybe it's not that weird, today's the first time you've told me you loved me and I feel pretty and witty and gay and I definitely pity any girl who isn't me today."

Giggle.

"On slightly less happy matters, I might be able to convince Jackson to get back to therapy, and hopefully he'll go and get a personality and dump Mr. Abusive Whip-guy."

"I'm still probably not a good repository for personal Jackson information even though he hasn't harassed me in a while."

"Uh, yeah, sorry."

She ruffles his hair. "It's all right, lovely, I'm not going to go put it on the internet or anything, just, you know."

"I know." He shrugs. "My two personal weaknesses—or, well, one personal weakness and an instance of the other—cannot interact. How poetic."

"I feel like a poem about this would be really awkward."

"I think half of what's known of Nordic mythology comes from poems, if they can handle a person giving birth to an eight-legged horse I'm sure this won't be that big a deal."

"Ha, fair enough."

"Loki: the original gendershifter."

"There is apparently a fringe theory according to which many pagan deities were mages and psions going a little overboard."

"Ha, I could see that. Although I'd be hard-pressed to describe giving birth to an eight-legged horse as going a little overboard."

"Wouldn't necessarily have had to actually do it, just look like it. Or that story's fake and the others have a basis in truth. Or 'birth' is a metaphor for 'make'."

"Why would anyone even do that, though. That's way too many legs!"

"I dunno, maybe they thought it'd be faster."

"There's just no way an eight-legged horse is fast without some major redesigning going on, and I'm pretty sure learning to fly is better anyway."

"Maybe they're a fan of spiders and think other creatures should be more like them."

He laughs. "Ah, yes, giant spiders. Just what the world needs. What could go wrong."

"Horse spiders! Not the same as the kind with mandibles and eight eyes!"

"I still cannot picture it, I mean, where do the legs even fit? How are they shaped?"

"I don't know, I wasn't there."

"Tomorrow I'm gonna see if I can find a drawn picture of it or something in the library."

"Sounds like a plan."

He grins and leans closer to her in that way that he wants petting and/or head scritches.

He receives petting and scritches because she loves him.

"Got anything on this evening?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you going to town with Jackson again or anything, or can I bring you back to my room for snuggles and thinking about magic and depending on whether we doze off like that other things?"

"Oh, no, I'm entirely yours to do as you please."

"Hmm?"

"Did you give any thought to the... uh... that idea of... um... kink?"

"...Uh, some. The internet wasn't very helpful, I mean, maybe it would have been if I resorted to actual porn but that's not my thing even without the kink."

"The internet wasn't helpful about kinky stuff? Color me surprised."

"Hey, usually the internet's helpful about everything!"

"No, that wasn't sarcastic, I am actually surprised. Kinky stuff tends to be the internet's m.o."

"I found things but they didn't actually address my basic confusion. I found a blog post with a chart and it had three columns, like, 'here's a subby way to say this, here's a dommy way to say it, here's a nondynamic or neutral way' and like... it must be making a lot of assumptions about tone of voice or something."

"Tone of voice?"

"I could totally say 'that feels good' without breaking presentation. So could a sub! I'm pretty sure the nondynamicism kink is not about that, though, so..."

"Oh, yeah." Pause. "What were the dom and sub ways the website gave of saying that?"

"Oh, I don't remember, probably something like 'keep it up' and 'incoherent moaning'."

"Yeah, that doesn't sound terribly helpful. I'm pretty sure all of those things could be said nondynamically."

"And yet it was completely devoid on information on how to do that, and while I'm not opposed in principle to kinking it up now and then I am strongly opposed to looking like an idiot."

"Ma'am I am so incredibly head over heels for you I think you could be wearing a clown suit with a gibbon on your head and I wouldn't think you look like an idiot."

She kisses him. "And yet. I don't want to feel silly while I'm trying to get laid. It's kind of a moodkiller."

"Yeah that's fair. But, um, what exactly is the underlying confusion?"

"Uh, same blog post that had the chart had a paragraph about how 'practically all your favorite activities are still available with a nondynamic twist!' and I don't know if they just have a really narrow range of favorite activities or what, but I can't think of a nondynamic way for oral sex to work, like, by default if nobody's tied up or anything I read it as a submissive act on the part of the giver? And all the variations that change that reading for me just flip it around."

"Oh. Well. Um. It's not... necessarily a submissive act, like, going down on someone with enough... uh... 'oomph' that they can't very well do much more than moan, that could totally be dominant without anyone being tied up, right?"

"Like I said, there are variations that change that reading, being tied up is just the obvious one. But I'm not sure how you add enough oomph that it's not subby without adding so much that it's dominant."

"Well, an example is, like, if both people are doing oral on each other it's pretty symmetrical isn't it?"

"I guess, but that just sounds really logistically complicated!"

"It's not! I could show you—but well, anyway, there's also that. Like, you could add enough oomph that it's not subby while at the same time letting the, uh, taker, take some control? It's more, uh. Like, no one tells anyone anything, decisions are reached by consensus and phrased as suggestions and requests rather than orders and begging?"

"I'm familiar with the keywords. It just sort of fails to snap together coherently in my head. Also I don't know what you're thinking regarding taking control but if you grabbed my hair while I was going down on you I'd probably bite you."

He winces in sympathy for his hypothetical self, but laughs a bit. "No, I don't mean grabbing hair. There's, usually, not any, um, hair grabbing. I mean, sometimes, but it's. Less. A thing."

She shrugs. "Then I continue not to have a mental picture! This is actually really difficult!"

He spreads his hands a bit apologetically. "I have no idea how to explain it better without porn or actually showing you it, but you might feel silly and that'd kill the mood for you, apparently."

"I might get curious enough to look for porn at some point - maybe I'll send you to find me a good example, I didn't really have a good time looking for an instructional video for caning and that I felt a little more urgent about learning."

"Not a good time? What was wrong with caning instructional videos?"

"I'm just really not a porn person! I spent the entire time thinking 'this part is just you reciting your introductory paragraphs, did you have to do it while your sub's already tied up in the background' and 'why did you take off your shirt, what fraction of your audience for an instructional video on caning wants to look at shirtless doms' and 'okay, you've demonstrated the thing you said, you don't need to give her another five swats'."

Snort.

"I just had the best mental image of you being annoyed at your computer and raising your eyebrow at it."

"I may have done."

He giggles some more. "Well, thankfully I'm not exclusively nondynamic and I'm perfectly fine with having you tie me up and cane me and edge me and have your way with me however you want."

"Good. Nondynamicism even once I figure it out is no more than an occasional."

"That's perfectly fine by me."

"Good boy." Snuggle.

Snuggle! "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I was planning to skip it. Are you going?"

"I think I am. Why are you skipping it?"

"It's a lot of walking around and I already have a career plan that won't need to get any more specific until they have yet another career fair. I might go with you, I guess, but we wouldn't be looking at many of the same booths."

"Fair enough. I haven't actually looked at any prospects, I only have this vague notion that people will pay me a lot of money to fix them and de-age them once I can do that, but."

"Yeah, my advantage is that there's a centralized place I can sign up with."

"Also I'm not sure what I'm going to be doing in the time between graduating and actually being a competent healer. And I'm wondering if they'll let me, like, intern somewhere, or something."

"They might. I honestly don't have a great interim plan either. College perhaps."

"Prrrobably community college in my case, if that."

"There aren't magic colleges as such the way there's magic high schools but you could look into scholarships," she says. "I think the government likes giving scholarships to eclipsed, if nothing else, and you're bright enough to pick up more, write some essays, ace some tests."

"Oh the joy of standardized testing and essay writing."

She prods him in the chest. "They're pretty joyful if you get a few thousand bucks a pop, I think."

He giggles. "I suppoooooose that's enough incentive to get me through it," he sighs dramatically.

"But the career fair might give you an interim idea."

"Yeah. What would you major in, if you went to college, do you think?"

"I'm not sure. It's not like I need a credential to make a living. Maybe I'd go comp sci, I'm thinking of looking into programming when I have my eidetic working."

"Ooh, that sounds fun. I think going to med school would be completely useless even if thematically appropriate. Comp sci sounds interesting, especially if I manage to finagle my way into the same college as you."

"Med school aiming at diagnostics might not be worthless," she says, "but probably not worth the time investment, they work med students really hard and you'd barely have more magic coming out than going in." Her hand's trailing idly over his chest in random patterns. "I was actually thinking comp sci because I think psionic tech is going to explode in the next decade or two and I want to be there - precog is my baseline occupation."

He looks down at her hand and smiles. "Well, that's a much better reason than mine."

"I mean, it also sounds fun, but lots of things would be fun and I'm not going to major in English and do recreational Shakespeare scholarship."

He makes a face. "Majoring in English does not sound fun."

"Maybe not for you. I like old British fiction."

"Well I don't hate old British fiction but it's my impression there's a lot of essay writing and finding meaning where there's none in an English major."

"There's meaning! I mean, I'm sure some people make shit up but it's not a requirement."

"If you say so," he says dubiously.

"All right, you caught me, everything Shakespeare ever wrote wasn't even in English, he just hypnotizes everyone with soothing stress patterns until we impose plot and character and humor and wordplay and literary allusions and narrative structure onto the text."

"Hey, that's not what I'm saying!" he protests. "I'm just saying that it often looks like choices that are completely meaningless are minutely analyzed for the sake of finding meaning. I mean, if I were a writer there'd be a lot of details I'd include merely for the sake of verisimilitude with no hidden symbolism whatsoever."

"Sure, but you'd have to pick which details somehow. Shakespeare wasn't rolling dice and may have made subconscious choices. It can get navel-gazey, but not all of it is."

"Right, and I never said all of it was, just enough of it that I probably wouldn't choose that as a major. But I think the main thing is that... I like consuming fiction, not so much spending time thinking about it, even if I do love hearing your thoughts about everything including this."

"I don't write recreational English essays," she admits. "But if I were going for a purely 'fun major' it'd be that."

"I think a purely fun major would be mathematics," he muses.

"Well, if you think so, maybe you should go for it. It's useful stuff."

"...it is?" he wonders.

"Well, I guess it depends which kind of math and maybe to get anything really good out of it you have to go to grad school, it might not actually be worth it for a mage, but there is a kind called 'applied'."

"Hmm, come to think of it maybe econ's a better major."

"I think the conventional wisdom is that if you start in math you can switch to econ easily and if you start in econ the reverse doesn't apply."

"Easy in what way?"

"You'll be prepared for the coursework by what you were already doing."

"Oh. Well, I think most of what I'd learn would be, like, self-directed studying anyway. I could major in econ and minor in math."

"Sure. Although you don't want to load up so much that by the time it's no longer feasible to bide your time in college you don't have anything marketable."

"Hm, yeah, fair enough. I'm not even sure I'd go with either of those, though."

"Oh?"

"Well, I'd only be picking them for being fun, if I found something actually useful that was not going to consume all my magic time I might go with that instead."

"Like what, though?"

"Comp sci is more useful than general math, and I have no idea what the usefulness of applied math even is but it's probably also less than that. Engineering might also be more useful and touch on those areas, but not sure about the time-consuming part."

"Honestly, anything would probably be time-consuming if you took it seriously."

"Mmm, I suppose, but if it's something I'm already good at it'll be less time consuming even then."

"Depends if you're benchmarking yourself against the other students or not. If you're good at something you can profitably sink more time into it."

"Sure, but I already have something I can very profitably sink time into."

"Yep. Being magic: it's pretty cool."

"It really is. Lots of nice perks."

"Alex was so glad it didn't turn out that he got it and not me, he thinks I would have micromanaged him past tolerance."

"...well, I can't say it's not a plausible scenario."

"On the contrary, I would have made sure of exactly what his tolerance was and stayed within it."

He giggles. "I stand corrected, that's an even more plausible scenario."

She nuzzles him.

Awwww. He closes his eyes and sighs contentedly. "In any case, if I find a more useful internship day after tomorrow this might become moot."

"Yup. There could be all kinds of things. Maybe you can run away and join the circus."

"...as the amazing gendershifting... something? What noun would I use here? I suppose I could be a bearded lady..."

"I don't think you'd benefit from a beard," Isabella remarks.

"I quite agree, but I'm not about to become an elementalist so I'm not sure what a circus could want me for."

"It wasn't a serious suggestion, pet."

"I know, I was just going with the joke."

Peck. "We were thinking about magic," she reminds him.

"We were! We should probably get back to that."

Isabella rearranges the snuggle and falls silent.

Sadde falls silent as well, snuggling happily with his gorgeous dom.

Awwwww! He loves that. He loves her. He presses her a bit closer to him (very softly, trying to not wake her up), and decides he'll use her nouns to fall asleep as he likes to do.

And in the morning there is yawning.

Mmm yawn. Snuggle.

"Mooooorning lovely."

"Nnnnnnhhhgmrng."

She kisses his cheek and climbs over him to change clothes.

Hmmm he thinks he'll watch.

Isabella sticks her tongue out at him.

He grins and turns so he's propping his head up on his elbows. "What?"

"Nothing. You're cute."

"Thank you," he giggles. "You're ridiculously attractive and watching you get dressed is often one of my favorite parts of the day. Watching you get undressed wins, though."

"I'm not exactly performing a striptease," she snorts. "Leaning on the windowsill to get my pants on and whatnot."

"Do you remember the thing I said last night about a clown suit?"

"And a gibbon on my head," she snorts.

"Yup! Strip tease is nice but wholly unnecessary for me to be as ridiculously attracted to you as I am." He gets up, then, and starts changing, himself, and the truth of his words might become evident. That, or perhaps just the time of day, who knows.

"Hmm."

"Hmm?" He looks at her and at where she's looking and his grin widens as he lowers his eyes.

Isabella doesn't finish getting dressed right away.

"Ma'am?" he prods, biting his lower lip.

And then he is pounced upon.

Well, I'll say! Who could have possibly predicted this outcome?

And over breakfast Isabella asks if Sadde wants her to come along when he goes.

"I'd love to have you with me, but if you don't want to it's alright," he shrugs slightly.

"I'll come for at least the first while. I may wander off if you get deep in negotiations with a circus."

"That's fair, though I'm sure the circus would love to have you."

"Oh yeah? What would I do in a circus?"

"Probably tame lions."

"I'm not sure I have any relevant skills."

"I'm pretty sure if you glared at them they'd stop and roll over."

She giggles. "I'm not sure lions have your taste in doms, pet."

He grins. "It's not a matter of taste, it's just an objective fact."

"Not to lions."

He waves a hand dismissively. "They'll surely come around."

"Please do not bet my ability to survive close proximity with a lion on my objective sexiness."

"I won't," he giggles. "I'm pretty sure the situation won't come up, anyway."

"Probably not."

"And if it does I might be able to just wreck its circulatory system."

Snort. "My loyal knight-mage."

"It's what I'm for." Pause. "One of the things."

"You have many uses."

"Yep, I'm like the human version of a Swiss army knife."

She laughs and kisses him.

He kisses her back!

"Yeah."

So off they go to the fair. It has booths. The military ones are prominent, as are the other government agencies that use psions.

He's... not terribly keen on military, he has caused enough damage when he eclipsed. What's available for mages?

Healing and niches thereof - apparently you can make good money on the mage equivalent of plastic surgery in particular. Experimental efficient power generation. Ultraprecise manufacturing. Transmutation of rare materials. Transport. Construction. Somebody wants advance commitments for a Mars program a few decades out. Bioengineered plants and animals. Natural disaster relief and weather control. Deep sea exploration.

Well, healing first, naturally, since he's already working on that part.

There are several companies with booths having to do with healing! They're all in a section, near the other specific biomage applications; some of the booth attendants wave at Sadde and Isabella.

Well, this is what Sadde's here for! He scoots over there.