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Sophie would like it on the record that, when she accepted the job, she didn't know that the Librarian had to do so much bloody politics. She could be out healing the sick, like Natan in his day. She would love to be out healing the sick. Instead, she's in one of the innumerable studies of Hush House, searching for a book for Hokobald, even though she wishes dearly that she could toss him out on his shiny arse. She doesn't mind helping out Yvette, or Arun, or really most of the others. It's just Hokobald in particular who should really go fuck himself. But it is her duty to remain strictly neutral, and she takes that duty seriously. So she'll find his damned book, and watch like a hawk while he reads it. And should he happen to violate that neutrality himself, well, she might have a few things in her pockets to introduce him to. (Swaddled Thunder isn't casual to make, nor the Rubywise Ruin in case of violence. But she's made them enough to feel they're replaceable, at least.)
Sophie has not gone to countries with similar norms often, but she has done enough travel that it's come up. Her solution is the ever-versatile haughty stare: and who do you think you're looking at?
As she sits on a bed, she feels her Killasimi amulet heating up. "Someone's trying to find me," she reports to Ridaya. "My protection should hold at least once, though, it's really very hard to account for without feeling it out first."
As she focuses, her eyes get progressively wider and her face grows more worried, though she holds up a finger before either Luto or Sophie can say anything and keeps it up for multiple minutes.
What the fuck, she thinks numbly several times, and more than once it slips past her lips, too.
This is an unusually thorough finding-spell; generally they bounce off and then your opponent has to try again. But it's very straightforwardly thorough, only varying its angle slightly as it comes at her again and again, and Killasimi is really obnoxiously resilient to that sort of thing. The finding-spell unravels in relatively short order, and Sophie gently strokes the woven token under her shirt.
Ridaya is looking at Sophie approximately the way she looked right after the dragon dissolved into nothingness.
"Was that - how did you - what -"
...Luto half-hugs Ridaya, looking at her in concern. (She's used to Rids being below her, but she's hovering, right now.)
"...I told you, I'm protected. It's a silly trick, they can account for it next time, but it'll fox anything that isn't accounting for it."
"That was - Discern Location. An eighth circle divination, for finding someone, no matter where they are."
Ridaya pauses, trying to figure out how to give context on that. "There are... less than a thousand people with eighth circle power, in all of this world. All of them are much much stronger than us. Stronger than that dragon. And - one of them is looking for you, and probably it is the same group from the dragon horde, and probably they will try again tomorrow, maybe at you but maybe at Luto. If we are not inside the giant dome by then, we will... probably be in a lot of trouble."
(She's also very concerned that a simple trick from Sophie can throw off a Discern Location! But, uh, one fear at a time, or something?)
"Then we'll need to be inside the Dome."
And Sophie will need, eventually, to be powerful enough that those people cannot touch her, if she wants to ever be truly free.
Ridaya nods. "Yeah. I think - once we get Vakt back, we should be figuring out how to get in there. And until then, we should stick together, and be careful. ...and Luto should nap," she adds, looking at her droopy swordswoman.
Luto nods gratefully, dipping into the suite bathroom to change into her bedclothes.
Sophie takes a flower from a vase on the nightstand and begins the process of distilling a bottle of Rubywise Ruin. The flower tastes more Lantern than Grail, but it'll do.
...upon seeing Luto in a nightgown, she busies herself much more intensely with the distillation. While blushing.
Luto is too tired to notice this! She shuffles into the bed, curling up around a pillow. (She's tired enough that she can Just Pass Out, now, and that's the easiest way for her to sleep.)
Luto is hot not the time, Ridaya!
She floats next to Luto and gently pets her hair, smiling softly.