Adarin rolls his eyes. "She lives in clan lands, where there is no such thing as money and no nudity taboo," he sighs. "And in her words, it is filled with 'hot witches.'"
Iobel snorts slightly. "Anyway. They have different magic in their respective worlds of origin. Isabella is a witch and Adarin's - I don't remember if we learned the word - another kind of magic person. They're not from the same world but are now both living in hers. And they came to visit and be helpful."
"Mage," provides Adarin. "We came because we saw a pair of us and we would also like to start a plague of utopias."
"I think her girlfriend is teaching her to use a dagger," sighs Isabella, "I haven't seen her with a sword. Also her name is Zeviana."
"Huh! I would have guessed Zephrys, but Zeviana works too. A dagger? Pfff, I hope she's not a wuss, that would be such a let down."
Eye roll. "She'd punch you for even implying it - are we not going to focus on off world magic of two different types? We're going to focus on aspects of my sister's life? Really?"
"When there's a portal set up perhaps she can visit. You probably don't want to visit her, you'd get a daemon if you came to my world. You guys are going to have to decide where you want Adarin to put that, by the way."
"A daemon is an external animal-shaped soul. It presents a worse vulnerability than a familiar and there's much less point to having one if you don't live in a world where they're a thing. We left ours home, but most people can't get more than across the room from theirs."
"Riveting," drawls Adarin. "New source of power in the multiverse... But getting into a fight with yourself is more important."
Isabella pats Adarin on the shoulder comfortingly. "At least we know for sure that you have the same general sort of twin in both worlds."
"If there are legions of us with all sorts of different types of magic and technology, that would be the best thing."
"In their world," murmurs Iobel, for Zevros's information, "they met in - more comfortable circumstances and are now flagrantly happy together. They are supposedly trying to tone it down."
"... Sorry. Uh. It would... Be helpful to lots of projects if there were legions of us?" says Adarin, a bit more sedately.