They watch Harry Potter, Adarin is introduced to Wikipedia, he makes the second thingamajig. Isabella interrogates her alethiometer.
It's kind of cryptic about whether she has to fear being a "crazy witch". But she's tentatively optimistic and still brainstorming new ways to format the question. (She complains about the alethiometer being bad at numbers and at "yes" and "no".)
It can, however, identify landmarks by referring to whatever they're named after. It's not so hard to interpret on the subject of where she may find a place to claim. She moves into it, Adarin in tow, Metis retained as a friendly advisor but apprenticeship terminated. The place has plumbing and a generator already; she gets satellite Internet for an entire half-day of spellcasting and collects a hand-me-down laptop from a mortal friend of her mother's. She sets up arrangements for building a nice big wall along the edge of a clearing on her appropriated property. It's a very busy couple of weeks.
Eventually she tries asking the alethiometer a fifteenth way whether she's prone to crazy witchitude. Whether she'd ever hurt someone she loved if they rejected her, or even threaten it.
The alethiometer says: love violence counter-to querent nature.
She's starting to get the hang of interpreting it, even if most of the practice has involved getting the addresses (via intersection and cardinal direction because it can't give her anything so useful as house number or latitude) and this is - this is pretty damn good.
This is good enough.
Of course, that's not all the answer she needs, is it?
Path goes looking for Vernaia.
The word he is looking for right now is 'broken.'
So they'd sit there in silence, for a little while, until he finally says, "I think I need to get some sleep. It's... Been a very long day."
Isabella fixes some food that will keep, leaves a dish of it outside his door, and goes to hammock.
Adarin comes out of the guest room very late, when he's hungry enough that he can't keep staying inside, anymore. He smiles, just a little, when he sees the food.
Isabella's sort of tempted to go out for another fly, but she doesn't. She lurks around the house. She adds to and subtracts from her list of alethiometer questions. She makes phone calls trying to find out how to buy parking garages in major cities to stash portal-ends in.
She's in the room with the couch, on said couch. Path is out flying as a concession to their restlessness.
Sitting down next to her, Adarin says in the same quiet tone he's kept so far, "You never did answer my question."
"Only in the loose sense that I feel responsible for everything that has ever happened since I was roughly six because if I were more effective and knowledgeable and faster I would have been able to get more of it fixed."
Then he hugs her.
Vern finishes his sentence for him. "We've talked about it, and in order to have avoided it we would have had to never let our guard down. Ever. And we don't think we want to live like that."
He's started to shiver a little, in her arms, but he hasn't pulled away from hugs.
His hair is pet. It seems to help, at least a little. Eventually, he buries his face in her shoulder and starts quietly sobbing.