"Thanks."

"Anytime. And now I never have to be that guy again, yay."

"The adorable little bugbear worked fine, and there is no valid magical reason for it to vary between kinds of critters or depend on whether you have medallions or not," says Ice. "So - hold off on the death spell unless he tries to kill you again?"

"Yeah. And I want my mom back, but - there's nowhere to put her right now even if we weren't suffering from a case of racist dragons." She sighs. "Cypress, can you get me the dragon's - address? Phone number? In case I have a fit of optimism and decide to try diplomacy."

"Let me try and figure out how to aim it at an address..." murmurs Cypress, and he gets the far off look in his eyes again.

"Your magic really isn't showy," declares Savannah.

"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."