"I think Ice will get one of the mages on her way back, and then he'll want to see you shapeshift into those people so he can use you to get a bead on whoever it is that's racist against sphinxes," she tells Savannah. "So, uh, questions on the multiverse thing?"
"Whoa there. My alts include a queen and an empress and a goddess's right hand and all you have is one prince and some proles, cool the 'peon' talk."
And with that, Ice comes back, unaccompanied by any Lynns or four-year-olds. "Hi, you must be Savannah. Hi, Phix. I didn't spot Prime while I was in his world. I can get my husband, though, and he can scry for whoever's after you."
"Medallion Zeviana is here to give your scrying something to grab onto tracking down whoever's been giving Phix problems. Can you pop into Pantheon?"
"... Wow, white hair! And it's doing the Fabio thing. That's a thing I never thought my brother would ever do!"
"I told you about the white hair! Anyway, turn into scary torture people so he can see if that works."
Cypress snorts at the commentary and hair ruffling, and kisses his wife's forehead. Because he can.
And then she shifts to being one of the scary torture people - the person that was in charge, in fact.
"I like to feel pretty," drawls Cypress. He gets to scrying. It mostly just involves staring off into space in silence.