"Do you think this is recoverable?"

"Master Deskyl is obviously making an effort not to escalate, ma'am; it's surprising that she didn't attack you just now, even taking into account that she's calm for a Sith. She may be planning on leaving, though - it's unclear why you seem to want us to stay here, and she's not very comfortable with that."

"... As I said, she's free to leave if she wishes. She just... reminds me of us, in certain ways."

She sighs. "It's up to her."

"Yes ma'am." She pauses, thoughtfully - "can you tell me more about how she reminds you of your group, please?"

"She's... clearly been through a lot, and forced herself into smaller and smaller boxes in order to be safe. She has destructive power but she doesn't like using it. It's hard for her to keep herself together but she's functioning anyway. I've been like that. We all have. Some of us are still like that sometimes."

"It seems unlikely that she'll be willing to think of herself that way, ma'am."

She nods. She looks down at her hands. She sighs.

"She does appreciate the help you've given her, ma'am."

"I hope she'll be alright."

"Yes ma'am. I'll go see if she needs me for anything." And she goes.

Clematis sighs and goes back to what she was doing.

Well, she thinks. That was a major ballsup.

And after a little while there's a knock on the door.

Clematis answers the door. "Oh! Hello! I was expecting someone different. I take it word's gotten around?"

"Yes, it's been a bit messy and I got sent to investigate because I knew the situation better. So what's gone on?"

"We've had accidental extradimensional visitors. Come in, come in, you're welcome here."

"Thank you!" says Pink, and steps into the house.

"It's clean," she says. "Help from your visitors?"

"They've been very obliging."

DZ comes just far enough down the stairs to watch the exchange, with Deskyl lurking grumpily behind her.

Pink spots them and waves. 

"So," she says to Clematis. "Are they dangerous?"

"One of them has a quite impressive plasma sword, but most Powers are more than immortal enough to deal with that. She could hurt somebody. I don't know about kill. And while she's extremely tense and on edge, she has so far refrained from putting the sword through me. Despite being very provoked by accident."

"I see! Well, that's probably safe enough for the Nobilis."

She looks back at DZ. "And if you two don't want to hang out with the Excrucians, there's space for you in my Chancel. Letters addressed to Pink will find me." 

"Thank you, ma'am."

"It's no problem!"

And she takes her leave.

"Well, that went better than expected."

"Yes ma'am."

Deskyl signs briefly to her and goes back upstairs, and she makes her way down.