"I know," he says, gently. Her forehead gets a kiss. "For my sister - she wasn't there to help, so now she needs to... I suppose get it out of the way. If there's anything she can't stand, it's being powerless."

Adarin chuckles. "Yeah, a bit."

"You aren't that much alike from what little I've seen of her otherwise, though. And you are my favorite." Snuggle.

Snuggle! "We have some more similarities, but some of them are pretty subtle. I'm quite glad I'm your favorite, though. Otherwise I would pout, and that would be terrible."

"Awwwww. Don't pout, I love you and I'm about as far as 'comfortably tolerant' of her."

He giggles. "Hurray! In that case, I won't pout."

Nuzzle. "Good."

Isabella sits on her cloudpine again (why walk and risk falling?) and waves Adarin onto it. "Next stop your house? You're going to have to direct me, I still don't know my way around here well."

Adarin joins her! "Possibly find your mother first. I'm going to take the wild guess that 'ana won't be able to get to the portal easily on her own. We might need to solicit a ride."

"It's really far away, isn't it. Ugh, walking."

"Ranata will give you a lift," says Isabella. "I'd offer to squeeze you on mine, but I'm afraid somebody would fall off."

"Thanks," she says.

"Will your mother react strangely to 'ana not having a daemon?"

"She knew what to expect - she might be sort of uncomfortable, but not enough to be rude, I imagine."

Directions are given! Off they go, back to the night portion of the world, Adarin's sister in tow. Whee!

(Ranata is pretty uncomfortable with a soulless zombie sharing her cloud-pine, but she is graceful about it.)

(Zeviana turns out to enjoy flying. She bursts out into delighted laughter when they go up. That may or may not help with 'soulless zombie' status.)

Adarin's eyes narrow, a little, but she can probably tell that he is trying very hard not to react. He doesn't call attention to her, or mention her in any way. Someone who didn't know him might not notice much of a change at all.