"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?"
"Thanks," says Phix to Cypress, and she goes back to Medallion to wait for Darren to get home so he can be apprised of the situation.
Savannah does not head back to Medallion - she is going to meet her alt. They will be doing things. Glorious things. Hey, she's eighteen, it's legal now.
"Hi. Savannah showed up and Cypress used her to get a look at Mr. Racist Against Sphinxes. He is a dragon. I have his address. Ice will attempt to kill him at range for me if I ask, but I haven't yet."
And then he goes and hugs his girlfriend.
"She's not sure the death spell would work and even if it did I wouldn't know why," she mumbles into Darren's shoulder.
"Yeah," he sighs. "Is there - do they have magical protection things, more than what we already got?"
Snuggle. Snuggle snuggle snuggle.
(He does not want her snatched out of his lap again.)
She does not want to be snatched either. She wants to snuggle him for a really long time, and then do other things without any intervening snatching, and then snuggle him again.