"Yes," says the middle one, its six nostrils flaring. "If this place is not just yours, however... whose else is it? I have never visited such a place."

    The rightmost castoff's eyes have grown wide with the revelation, too, though, and he walks over to the latest castoff to grab her by the shoulders, desperation on his face. "One prison to another!" he says, wildly. "You brought us here, you must let us out."

Aaaaahhh touching she did not want there to be touching! The touching should stop!

“Yes, agreed!” she cries, tugging herself out of his grip and glaring at him. “But let you out where, what is a mind without a body to house it? What do you think would have happened if this place didn’t catch all three of you?”

"Death, as certain as any prison," concludes the middle one, which causes the one that had been grabbing the latest castoff to slump in dejection.

    "Did our sire never give you any other abilities?" wonders the woman, the one who was called 'Kamose'. "We all have our unique gifts, and this seems to be yours... but to only be able to draw in consciousnesses, and never let them out... seems incomplete. What other gifts did our creator bestow upon you?"

She steps very carefully away from castoff grabby hands and tries not to be too offended that her first physical touch - mental physical touch? - on her actual person was that. Does touching Aleks' hand count? Probably. Okay, second physical touch, she guesses.

“Could I get some space to think, please, I am an hour old and doing my best to help you and I was trying to figure the answer to that exact question out before someone decided to invade my personal space,” she snaps, irritated.

    Dejected castoff now looks guilty as well as he walks back to the others.

"Of course," says Kamose. "We're not going anywhere."

"Great, thank you." Deep breath. Then she turns to pace, because she's thinking and she doesn't want to be in arms' reach of any of these people, because they're all traumatized and taking it out on each other and also her.

"Okay, so," she says, picking up her previous train of thought, "we catch memories from bodies we weren't. Why would that be? That implies that there's, mm. Some level of mental connection besides merely housing the same person for a while."

"The Tides," agrees the nonhuman one.

"The... what now?" she asks, stopping her pacing.

"The Tides," it repeats. "I don't understand them very well, but our sire has harbored an obsession with them. They have colours, and represent different ways people relate to each other, themselves, and the world. Psychic links, if you will."

Nonhuman castoff is honestly her favorite of the bunch, it has been nothing but sane and reasonable this whole time and she appreciates it for it.

"Huh. Okay. And probably also with each other, if we're all in the same... mental construct place, and sharing memories with parent-dearest." She looks around at it. "... But it does still feel... maybe not mine, but in my control. Which would make sense."

At their confused looks, she decides that actually they can probably reason out some information she'd been conveniently failing to mention to anyone. And it’s important to reasoning through this problem. She might as well say it out loud. "I'm a mind reader, of course I'd have some kind of psychic extra nonsense. Our sire likes having bodies with discrete specialties."

It nods. "So it stands to reason that you would be the best-placed out of us to figure this place out."

"Right. No pressure." Sigh. "Okay, so. Regardless of my actual abilities, it's probably very scary to suddenly be in the power of someone none of you know. I am very sorry about that. I don't even really know me, yet. I do not want to keep the three of you eternally in my mind prison. That sounds like a terrible time for everyone involved. I will, however, keep you here if you'd like me to, because this is probably still a nicer place for you than the clock or death. At the very least I'm not going to, to forget about you and wander off and leave myself a damn reminder in case I turn out to need you later." She sounds so offended. "What I would like very much to do is to borrow our sire's stuff to make you three brand new bodies, put you into them, and send you all on your way."

"Maybe you could find us our old bodies?" says third castoff, sounding hopeful. "Even if it's been centuries, we're nothing if not durable..."

    "Unless our sire has destroyed them," reasons Kamose. "Which would be just like them."

"...it would be," third agrees grudgingly.

"Even if they weren't directly destroyed, it's... Not like anyone was likely to feed them in the time you've been away. So unless sire-dearest put them in giant jars on life support..." She grimaces. "Sorry."

"It is most certainly not your fault," says the nonhuman. "Our sire's, for being who they are, or ours, for underestimating them."

That causes her mouth to twitch with what is almost a smile.

"Yes, but unlike sire-dearest, I have the ability to feel empathy for other people, so. Sorry our sire sucks so much, and I'm sorry you're in this position where you're all at the mercy of an hour old sibling. Anyway, everybody's on board with getting you new bodies?"

The two as-yet-unnamed castoffs nod, and Kamose says, "Most certainly."

“Okay. Let me see if I can get you a deck of cards or something before I try to figure out how to get back to my own body. This is all clearly a mental construct anyway, and clearly we all have some conjuration abilities of some kind, because we're all in clothes..."

After a bit of thoughtful staring into the distance, she does in fact conjure a deck of cards. "Ha!" Cards can go sibling-ward, she will go back into arms' reach to give them this present. "Any requests? I bet I can do chairs and a table, too."

"...would a training dummy be at all feasible?" wonders Kamose. "I haven't fought in, well, centuries."

    "Are books possible?" wonderes the nonhuman one. "I don't have any that I want, in particular, it would just be fascinating if they were."

"Sure, training dummy," agrees their baby sister, who gets to putting one in the corner for them. It has a doofy face drawn on it. "And... I have no idea, but that would be fascinating if they were. Let me try the one book I know..."

Nonhuman one continues to be her favorite, that's such an interesting request! She makes a book that could plausibly be the one Falinda and Steristi lost to her sire a decade ago! It... is a nondescript grey aside from a shifting five colored sigil that can't seem to decide what its actual shape is. Furthermore, it opens to completely blank pages.

"... Yes, but I think not for information I don't know. Journaling materials, I guess?"

"Would be appreciated, yes," it says.

Their baby sister conjures them a lot of stuff to make their stay in her (their?) head more comfortable! Chairs, couches, tables, journaling materials, any game they can describe to her in sufficient detail, several plates of their various favorite foods, weapons for sparring with each other or beating up the combat dummy with, and so on. She is really quite open to requests, and cares about their comfort!

    "You're being very kind to us," says Kamose. "Thank you." She bows.

"I believe we failed to introduce ourselves," adds the nonhuman one. "I am Diviaticu, and these are my companions Kamose and Villon."

    "Have you chosen a name, yet?" wonders Kamose.

Their little sister bows back. "I don't see why I shouldn't be kind to you. It's nice to meet you all. And, uh, no, I haven't. It seems like kind of a big decision and I don't really... understand... naming conventions."

"You can always change it if you don't like it," shrugs Kamose. "I did."

    "Our sire was studying the Varjellen when he made me," says Diviaticu. "I borrowed a name from their culture, but that is more... distasteful... than most would prefer."

        "Because you have to kill someone to earn it," snorts Villon.

    "Most distasteful, yes."