"It can be," says Cypress absently. "I am just not a typically showy person."

Ice pets him.

Cypress smiles a bit. "Got an address, I have no idea how to manage a phone number, sorry." He then rattles off the address.

Phix writes it down. "If I knew more about what dragons can do I'd be more encouraging of taking risks with approaching him and trying to get a surrender or capture, but - I have no idea," she sighs. "So - I don't know. I'll talk to Darren."

"I mean, if it attacks you we can probably figure out a way to collectively defend you."

"Yeah, if another rescue mission is called for I'll definitely have Darren call in the cavalry, but - I mean, last time Savannah and Darren took out a bunch of his hirelings and we torched his warehouse and I got away and he didn't find any other sphinxes. Maybe he has given up."

"... In my experience, idiotic people that are after someone for stupid reasons don't give up very easily," sighs Cypress. "But perhaps you'll be luckier than I."

"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."

"I can get you a mirror so you can call for backup at any time?"

"Yes please."

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."

Cypress winces.

"We killed them," assures Savannah. "If they try it again, it'll be worse this time. For them."

"Thanks."

"Anytime. I've got your back."

"Thanks," Phix repeats. "I guess I'm going home now."

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."

"And I'll substitute for Max. What things stay when he shifts?"

"Uh - not much. And his wrists and ankles get smaller, not bigger, delicate little deer feet... He can still keep a necklace, though."

"Delicate little deer feet," snorts Cypress. "I'll go with the necklace."

"He's a pertyon, he's supposed to have delicate little deer feet. On which to prance."

Cypress snickers. "Does he actually prance?"

"He has done. I have been promised access to the pictures next time I'm near the photo album."