"Maybe he's out of scary biddable monsters," snorts Phix. "Maybe he's out of money. Maybe he's going to kill me next time and Ice will have to fetch me back, but on the other hand maybe he's got half a dozen dragon friends and if she kills him they'll work harder than he was ever going to to hurt me."
He nods. "Possibly also a - back up plan, I doubt he can traverse the planes, so... Either I or Prime could teleport you away."
"That would be appreciated. I could happily go the rest of eternity without being declawed again."
"We killed them," assures Savannah. "If they try it again, it'll be worse this time. For them."
Cypress nods. "I'll make some tiny, easily concealable wearable things. Any requests for what they are? They just have to be reflective."
"I wear my luck charm in my hair, because my hair stays put when I shift. A necklace could do the same thing, or a sufficiently elastic," she turns one hand into a paw, "bracelet. Ice can probably substitute for me aesthetics-wise."
"Uh - not much. And his wrists and ankles get smaller, not bigger, delicate little deer feet... He can still keep a necklace, though."
"He has done. I have been promised access to the pictures next time I'm near the photo album."
"I must remind myself - I am against the invasion of privacy with immoral scrying. Love, I'm against that sort of thing, even when it's for something as innocuous as adorable pictures. Don't let me do it."
"Of course not. Use your detailed knowledge of your target's psyche to obtain consent first."