"I will be martyred for my anti-pillow beliefs, I guess. Isabella will be annoyed about me making her repeat that elaborate process again."

"Curse you, friendly alt of my friend who was kind enough to resurrect the both of us at - what, how old is my body, I think I'm in my twenties? It was when I was hottest, for sure. Anyway, alt who did that!"

"I don't remember her specifying an age. I think the idea is that we work like her species, now, stopping somewhere around 'young' and continuing in that vein."

"Oh, okay then. Then doing that! I approve of it stopping somewhere around 'young.'"

"I do too. I was not a fan of creaky bones and getting up to pee three times a night and so on."

"Yeah, that was annoying. Also I can dance again, I sucked at it when I was old and crinkly."

Prime doesn't comment. But he does raise an eyebrow.

"At least you could still fly. I spent age seventy up wishing I'd ordered the hoverbike with more cushion to the seat."

"Yeah, but I got all - dumpy. With scrawny arms! If I flew too much I couldn't walk at all!"

"Well, no more of that, anyway. I feel great."

"Yay, youth and immortality! Though I wouldn't have minded being stuck at like - forty, I was a foxy old lady."

"Forty was okay. Although I did go gray kind of young, that's pure vanity, not a real quality of life issue." She glances at Prime. "It works better on you than it did on me."

"Thank you," he says, faintly amused. "Though I'm definitely not forty."

"No, I know, I just meant the gray."

"To be honest, I think I prefer it over the white hair. I could fix it, easily enough, put it back - but as I am now I don't automatically stick out in crowds."

"You might have to notify Ice of your cosmetic preferences when she gets around to immortalizing you."

"Probably. That'll be a fun conversation, 'Yes, no, I'd like to stay looking like this, my bones don't creak and people at home would be confused if I suddenly looked like I was in my twenties again.'"

"She can probably do it. Her magic is pretty damn good."

"True. I'll ask, when - she is not busy and rightly upset with me."

"Yyyyeah. Because, timing. I'm also going to wait before I ask for a portal from here to Iobel's world."

"Cypress is not the only one who can make portals," points out Prime, amused.

"Ooo, oo, I could then explore the world! That's exciting, I'd love to explore the world! Yours, too, but I was being polite and not tackling you to give me world-access."

"Thank you. I dislike being tackled."

"Is your world good for tourism? Should we go check it out, since there's already a portal?"