Cam catches a summons while he's in the middle of Atriama. He's seen it before, it's fine.
"The - thing that we all do? But have mostly been trying not to, today?"
"I'm just not familiar with moth being used as a verb."
". . . Si, can you words for me."
"You know, like how you had to request we not kill ourselves, and the dead one is pushing the limits of their new body, and if we'd known about the caffeine we probably still would have wanted to drink your coffee - maybe more slowly, but still - and in general that when something is bright enough we find it very hard to care whether it'll light us afire."
"Yes thank you that."
"Oh, what a cute yet concerning term."
"That's us. Will you be annoyed if I take this pill and it metaphorically sets me on fire instead of fixing my headache."
"Go ahead, I suppose. If you actually die you'll contribute to my backlog but if you merely give yourself months of debilitating problems I can get around to you at some more convenient time. - am I hitting the right tone on your mothfulness."
"Noting potential consequences is much less grating than people expecting they know better than us whether we should pursue said consequences, yes, and knowing the boundaries of your willingness to accommodate us is much more comfortable than trying to tiptoe around them."
"That said, between what I know from having been stars and some double-checking just now, I think it's very unlikely that any drugs except omnilol and essential oils are unconjurable, and as I understand it this contains neither."
"Marvellous." He downs the pill.
"Splendid." They touch down in the cavern and he opens the hatch.
"If it sounds alright to you I think I'd like to send a few bodies off to sleep," she gestures over at the SRO building, "and maybe one to be generally available in the lobby if a lobby exists?"
"The building has an entrance hall type thing, yeah, sounds good! Sleep well."
"Thank you." A handful of her walk off.
The moths are all staring in wonder at the city. "Where do you want us?" the bouncy one manages to ask.
"Do you wanna, like, pick apartments all convenient to each other or something?"
"Sure, if we're not needed right away. Do any have particularly nice baths?"
"I did not stratify the bath niceness in constructing these."
"Also there's a younger one of you already here who was rescued from a glider crash in one of the higher caverns; you might want to consult with him on living arrangements if any of you speak Barbliic. He's probably still at the museum off that way."
"Awwww. I think Sadie knows a little. . . . Love, do you want some help with that?"
Valentius is having some trouble carrying his suitcase; it doesn't have wheels. "Yes please."
" - What have you got in this, rocks?"
"Why, yes, dear." He clears his throat. "I thought we might all need them."
"Oh." To Cam: "There was a way to contact you on the pamphlet, but do you have a way to get us if you need us?"