"All right. Where will we stay when we get there?"

"I'll see that something is arranged for you.  Do you have a preference between them - Chraida's the largest city in the world, a bit more south, on a river; Siliner is slightly smaller than Telerta and is closer to the nearest border."

They look at each other. Eventually Kyeo says "Chraida sounds good to me."

"All right.  I'll get you a writ allowing you to stay here the next few days until we get your transport sorted out; you can stay with one of these two unless there's an issue with that."

"Not on my end."

"Or mine."

"Is there anything else you'd like to cover before you go on your way."

"I don't think so, thank you for your time."

She nods.  "Wait here a moment."

"Well, I'm glad we got that sorted out."

"It's good to know where we'll be for the foreseeable future! Thank you very much for your help."

"We'll need to sleep fairly soon."

"Whose house did you want to go to?"

Kyeo glances at Sarham. "Which is closer?"

"Or has a bed. I'd walk a little farther for a bed and it's possible you don't have them."

"You don't have to walk, we can use a cart again now that I've thought of it!  I do have a bed though."

"Most people have beds, I think, even if it's not most by very much.  But Lornell's place is closer."

"We appreciate the hospitality," Kyeo tells Lornell.

"Okay."

The man from before comes back and hands Kyeo and Sarham each a small piece of stiff paper with neatly handwritten illegible text.  "Keep these on you until you leave and show them to anyone who makes an issue out of your level of - hm."

"We've been translating it as prosociality."

He nods.

"Thank you very much." They both have pockets. Cards go in pockets.

Back down the stairs they go!  And to a nearly identical cart.

Aliens sit in cart and hold hands.

Zoooooooom.  Bump bump bump bump.

"Okay, I guess I'll drop by again in a little more than eight hours, then?"

"I don't suppose you have... toothbrushes, a bathroom..."

"No and yes, respectively.  - Bye, Sair."

"See you then."

Aliens make use of the bathroom, make do without toothbrushes, exchange meaningful looks over the disposition of the bed and ultimately get into it together.

Lornell is reading a book out in the other room, hanging upside-down from an installed bar and occasionally doing crunches, when they wake up.  It's dark outside, and the single candle isn't shedding much light.

"Hello... how long until sunrise? How long is a day here?"

"Good morning!  A few hours, I think.  And - having the language lets me make an estimate but I haven't done math on it - maaaaaybe twenty-six or twenty-eight hours?  Somewhere in there.  - And I can see that you're you but you should ask me questions."

"Oh, yes, I apologize. Whose hair did Sarham try to copy yesterday?"