"We have - not settled on a method but it's probably not going to be me."

"Uh - sweetie?" Isabella passes the question on.

Isabella relays that.

"That's a yes. Okay, good, because I don't want my brother to have to figure out a way to kill himself."

"Okay. Then - that's that solved as soon as I have the spell."

"Yup. Be over in a bit, ghost-Ada probably needs me, you're in charge of human Ada."

"Mm-hm."

Zeviana waves, and then ends the mirror-call. She is going to go work on a teleportation spell. There will be swearing.

"... I can't tell if that's helpful or worrying," murmurs Adarin.

"That she's willing to do it?"

"Yeah. Just - immediately, like that."

"She thought the plan was for me to, which I found kind of unnerving in its own right."

"... Yeah. I worry about her, sometimes."

"I mean, she's also very concerned about you."

"I know, I'm not - that's not what I'm worried about, I'm concerned about her mental health, sometimes."

"What else has you concerned?"

"It's - I don't have a list ready, I'm afraid, but how she doesn't take other people's preferences into account and uses her own as a base for everyone else, how she can just move on from things, no problem - I worry. It's in the brotherly job description."

"The moving on might be adaptive."

"Eh, I guess. I might just be picking things to worry about for no reason, really."

He nods, and snuggles her back. "I wonder what the one who's five hundred is like, I should have thought of trying to find her while we were there."

"We can go back. We weren't expecting that reception and then we were - occupied."

"Yeah. And - to be honest I don't want to go back now, I just - want to be home with Path and Vern."