"It was - perhaps not productive, but - I think I'll let Edarial tell you what we learned. Besides that I wasn't the only captive, so I'm going to want some - something drawn from somewhere to send to the others harmed, for their trouble."
"That would be fine. I'll try and figure out from what we'd be drawing, but - I agree with the sentiment."
"... Wow did you just sidestep whatever the thing that you learned was. Edarial. Don't make me break out the knives."
This is surprising enough information that it stuns Zevros into silence.
"... Okay," says Zevros, after a few seconds. "You know what, fuck him, fuck the horse he rode in on, fuck the raven on his shoulder and fuck our mom. For fucking him."
"I do hope you don't mean literally," says Edarial dryly. He seems to be in a decent mood again.
Zevros snorts with laughter. "No, but we should have killed him. You didn't kill him, did you."
"Pff. And I don't care enough to go all the way over there and shank him myself and then explain why I just killed someone. Guess he stays in the dungeon."
"I can think of a few better places but Edarial's giving me the 'stop sounding like a psychopath' look."
"Well. Anyway, regarding reparations for my erstwhile fellow sufferers - figuring out exactly what it should be can probably wait until we know how many and who, and I already have letters out, so we should know soon."
"Agreed," says Edarial. "I will try to prevent there from being any repeat incidents."
"The culprit's in jail, and you seem disinterested in kidnapping anyone, so I don't think you'll have to try hard."
"I am quite disinterested in kidnapping anyone. But I am bothered by how it had room to happen in the first place."
Is that guilt, coming back? It's looking like it. Well, at least he demonstrated his personhood before going back to being miserable.
"I would put forth fruity drinks on an island, but I'm going to take a wild guess and say you'd turn that down."
"I should write to my parents," Iobel says abruptly. "The last they heard was - before. It is possible that on learning that they run no particular risk of being locked up for my cooperation if they appear here, one or both of them will want to. Should I dissuade them in advance?"
"I have no preferences on the subject," says Edarial. "So I'll leave it up to you."