"I like being able to swim," Cam says. "And I don't fancy having to relearn flying. I'll try on feathers if you want but if you're indifferent I'll stick with the bat kind."

"Fair! I was just curious, go for the bat kind. I like being fluffy."

"Fluff suits you!"

"Thanks," laughs Adana.

"I might try out the feathery wings, just to see what they're like."

"But remember, make them smart in case you want them off and Adana's not handy, this time."

"Right, the - nerve thing."

"The nerve thing. I can do yours for you if it's too complicated."

"That would be great, thanks!"

"But we will want to be in the privacy of the spaceship first. Damn it, I keep trying to swish my tail and I don't have it, this is annoying me even more than I thought it would."

"I mean, I can make a third scroll and turn all three of you invisible. Then we just walk back and I am the door opening master."

"Mmm, yeah, probably that'll be fine, unless someone took note of us on our way in and will wonder where I got to."

"... Well. Is anyone likely to care?"

"Maybe? But if the missing limbs are bothering Cam that much..."

"I can put up with it for the duration of the walk. I'll quit complaining. I was a four-limbed creature for twenty-two years, I can do it for twenty minutes."

"Okay. And then you can put everything back."

"Finished the scrolls. D- uh, Mr. Sanders," says Max, awkwardly, "are you coming with us to the spaceship now, or are we picking you up later?"

"I'll - stay here, clean up a bit. Get ready to move to an underground house in Wyoming. Process all of this."

"All right," says Adana. She hugs her dad again. "I love you. I'm - so sorry that this all -"

"- It's not your fault. Okay? You were shot, it's not something you can plan for. I love you, too."

"You miss your wings," mutters Cam lightly.

"Nnnnh it's still weird how you just got rid of them," mutters Max. "Got the scrolls, we can all stop freaking out about getting rid of limbs now."