And off she goes to get a ride to Seattle.
"Mhm! She probably won't forget, though, she likes the armored silks, they're practical."
Vern snuggles Path right back. "They're not, because that's specifically for her because my Adarin loves her."
"Adorable lovey soul birds. Okay. Well. I'm curious about how the plague of utopias is going, can you ask them to call when they're back?"
"My Adarin, too." Pause. "This is so weird, there is a thing I'd like to ask your daemons but you don't have any."
"Uuuuum, if that language spell works on you guys I suppose you could ask our familiars, but they're really, really not daemons."
"... It isn't the kind of thing that you ask someone's human. You ask the daemon. I've gotten used to how things work, I can tell, it would be bad to ask you rather than your daemons. It's better to not ask at all, I think."
"Yes," promises Vern. "I'll actually tell you two later, but right now I think it would be harmful."
"If I had a daemon wouldn't he just go straight to me and tell me what you'd talked about?"
She sighs. "It's actually a little frustrating that you don't have them, really."
"He would tell you but he would process it for you first and you would trust him enough that he could just give you the results," explains Path. "He would do the weird awkward parts for you."