"I'm not insane, at least I don't think so, but if I am then it's possibly the second best thing to happen to me. The 'sudden' erratic behavior is actually not very sudden, I've just stopped caring about playing politics with you. Not to worry, I am entirely interested in preventing mass slaughter. It's one of my major goals, actually. But I've got some others that I'm pretty sure you don't have."
"Generally altruistic things. I'm not interested in just helping mages."
"Witches," coughs Path in English.
"Who indeed," says Adarin, smiling a little and being utterly unhelpful.
"Why can't you understand that we are genuinely concerned and for good reason?" exclaims Yerena.
Adarin sighs. "Because I am so paranoid due to my childhood at your family's hands that I can only bring myself to trust two living people, one of which is my sister, the other is standing right next to me. I am not used to people being genuinely concerned, I'm used to people trying to use me because they want magic grandchildren. Case in point." He motions to them both. "Your first train of thought when you got here? My girlfriend is a number of nasty things and that I must be out of my mind, along with ignoring all of my arguments for why I do not want to go back. Yes, you have legitimate concerns, and I would address them, but you have done nothing to make me think that you are not trying to do exactly what you accused Isabella of. Manipulation, not the seduction."
"What makes you so sure you can trust her?" demands Yerena.
"She's organized, and she's not - doing things because I like them. She plans new things herself, plots out new potential angles, and goes for goals she wants while stepping on as little toes as she can. When I offered her various problems that New Kystle has, she started proposing solutions, not 'Let's run away together where those problems will never bother you again.' In fact - how she handled our whole relationship in general was absolutely wonderful, she did not rush me. I took ages to kiss her and she didn't blame me once, didn't get snippy or demanding, or anything. When I was basically broken she never lost patience, or threw me aside, or tried to steer me towards a goal she wanted - she waited for me to get better and did everything she could to help.
"Before you get all insinuating, no it's not because she's pretty, or because she batted her eyelashes at me or some other nonsense. It is pretty blatantly obvious how badly those tactics worked on me in New Kystle. She's reasonable, she's systematic, and she's brilliant. I took a chance and trusted her, and she has yet to betray that trust."
He fixed the mage couple with a look. "So it's actually kind of annoying that you keep insinuating that she's something she is very obviously not."
Yerena is less impressed. "She never steered you towards her goals, you just happen to be implementing every plan she proposes all by yourself. You have to see why that sounds strange!"
"... Not really? It's not a, 'I will do this plan because Isabella said so,' it's - 'This is a good plan that will do good things and I want the results, so I will help with it.' I don't really have outside peers to judge, but - my sister has pronounced us 'cute.' If you have ever spoken to her for more than five seconds you would understand how... Protective she can get. If there's manipulation going on I am so far out of my league that it's not even funny."
"You're being annoyingly cryptic and unhelpful," says Gervail. "If you would come clean and tell us your plan we might be inclined to help."
Adarin sighs. In English, he mutters, "Such an exercise in futility..."
"You don't think they'd actually be helpful, do you?" asks Isabella, also in English.
"It's rude to speak in another language in front of people who don't understand it," says Gervail's penguin.
"It's rude to teleport into a private conversation," Path tells the penguin.
Adarin continues in English, "Furthermore, I'm not sure what they could do aside from speeding up the process. It's a useful thing to have, and if they weren't from New Kystle I would explain it to them in a heartbeat, but they are."
"So they're not that useful even if they wholeheartedly want to help," says Isabella in Saratese, glancing at the visitors with a look that says look how polite I am, aren't you pleased?, "and unlikely to do anything more than get in the way anyway."
"That's what it sounds like," agrees Path.
"And so the only likely advantage of being more talkative is that they start being annoying in a different way. Am I missing anything?"
"Patient about what?" demands Gervail.
"I'm not particularly patient myself," says Isabella, "but I'm not low on things to fill my time with, so I don't see a particular need to accelerate the timetable or add difficult personnel."
"Wh- we weren't able to find her, either," exclaims Gervail.
His penguin pipes up, "Though we wouldn't have tried talking to her anyway."
"I can imagine why you might skip it. Adarin's much nicer," comments Isabella.
"I haven't seen it," says the older mage, unconvinced.
"I don't know how to feel about that, so I'm just going to default to pleased," deadpans her boyfriend. "No comment on your mom and my sister being friends."