"More than a day and less than two unless Felandriel Morgethai can do some things no one knows about, which she definitely can, I just don't know if this is specifically one of them."

"What will happen if we're in it when it's done?"

"We will find ourselves instead on the moon right outside, uninjured."

"In that case we should stay nearish each other while using it so you don't suffocate if it catches up by surprise."

"I will prepare Air Bubble in the morning."

"Does that work fast? Okay."

"I would expect it to work adequately fast, yeah. No need to babysit me." And no plausible situation where he suddenly decides to impose conditions on air-related aid.

Cam takes this as a brushoff. He goes and hangs out in the shuttle. Reads what the peanut gallery has to say. And also catches up on exotic food science.

Carissa finds a bedroom in the sumptuous mansion and -

- plays with spellsilver a while just so she'll stop feeling too full of internal screaming to hear the sound of her own internal voice -

She does feel hurt, that Cam wrote to Lastwall, which wants to defeat the Chelish military and overthrow the Chelish government and forcibly convert the Chelish people. (She's less disconcerted about Sothis. Abadar doesn't start wars.) She feels hurt because - because they were talking about meeting in the middle, being allies, and so she wasn't being Asmodean with him, wasn't sending people instructions to pretend to be Abadarans and come meet Cam and then be given huge numbers of diamonds by him, and he was doing that to her, and that means that she was an idiot. It's exactly what you should expect to happen. Everything that happened makes perfect sense and somehow she hates that.

Cam doesn't see it as a betrayal, which - does matter, it is informative about whether he'll do things like it in the future but not about whether he'll do things he considers betrayals. But it's also informative about whether the broader proposition of people being allies ever means anything or actually works. 

Felandriel Morgethai didn't enslave her. Claimed that it was only partially about the fact she couldn't keep her without the protection of the Worldwound treaty, and was partially about not wanting to. ...and probably she in fact could've take Carissa to Heaven, where Lastwall thinks they could protect her from Wish-kidnapping. So probably Felandriel Morgethai really did have the option to Dominate Carissa, give Cam the power to dump as many diamonds on paladins as he wanted, and then send Carissa to Heaven to live our her life aging as slowly as Heaven could make her, and didn't do that. 

So probably it's overreacting to decide that the entire concept of people ever being allies doesn't mean anything and couldn't have. Though it's also possible there are some treaties against Heaven taking living prisoners, or that the Worldwound treaty binds Heaven where it doesn't Felandriel -

- she'll be agnostic, about whether you will ever not get stabbed in the back if you try to deal fairly with people who aren't treaty-bound not to betray you. 

She needs to repair her relationship with Cam regardless. It's going to be - very hard, but at some point that's not really an excuse. 

Maybe Razmir will, now that she's in fact protected by an elaborate treaty situation, be a perfectly good trading partner.

Lastwall sends a cleric in the morning who can Plane Shift them both to Axis.

"Are you the person whose job it is to pitch me on serving Heaven?"

"We actually asked Iomedae and she said that we shouldn't do that, so, no, I'm not."

" - sorry, you - asked Iomedae whether you should try to convince me to serve Heaven, and she said no?"

"That's correct, yeah."

" - why."

"Presumably She thinks you shouldn't serve Heaven? Though it's possible you also need to find your own path there. You both have everything you need for the Plane Shift?"

Cam has packed all his belongings except the shuttle itself in another celery basket! "I'm ready."

"I'm ready. Does your Church usually find that people shouldn't serve Heaven."

"Most people shouldn't serve Heaven! It's frequently really bad for them!" Plane Shift.

Axis, even the bits of it permitted to mortals who might go back, is beautiful; dense and elaborate and encircled with trolley-cars and pierced through with skyscrapers and all of it clean and well-made and alive and -

- okay this makes it make more sense that people are falling all over themselves to defect. She should really see Dis, first, before she decides, but - 

"Hey!" the priest of Iomedae is saying to passing pedestrians. "Cam here is a really unusual kind of outsider that can make arbitrary material objects, and the three of us need a Teleport to, uh, just outside the First Vault, the negotiation is slightly more complicated than that implies but anyone interested?"

Someone is interested! "I can take people with me on a Teleport. Do the objects persist? Are they safe to eat?"

"The objects persist, and they are as safe to eat as other objects of their kind."

"Tonight's dinner course at Crothorila, mild spice no cucumbers, an actually ripe avocado, two hundred citrus varietals that tolerate humidity well, a replacement thirty-millimeter alignment chip for the Totavets-35 model plastics printer, a custom tailored ellissilk thirtieth-century-style ballroom dancing dress - Cassidi's style in Historical Vanity, if her plans are published open source, but I don't recall off the top of my head if they are - I guess it's fine if they're for sale, if they're less than twenty lis -"

Cam writes this down. "You have 3D printers here? The mortal planet's barely Renaissance!"