She wants their charts.
And Cam can make them.
"Nothing good comes to mind. I think we'd probably do without direct comparison if there weren't the enticing Adarin-numbers."
"Ha. Do I need to set up an Adarin support group to make wonderfully comparable numbers that are not attached to the inside of someone's head?"
"I'm not sure. What's the particular relevance of it being attached to the inside of your head...?"
"It being attached to the inside of my head means that it feels somewhat - personal, when it's brought up. If it weren't, if it were just a number that I was helping to maintain for the sake of you and the other Bells, it's not quite so personal. I and my alts wouldn't feel put on the spot for our head contents."
"I still don't get it. If Bells did numbers and were inclined to disclose them about our Adarins we wouldn't mind a bit if you compared them."
They've gotten a lot done today, so they're entirely free to keep this up for a while. Kisses, kisses, kisses.
Edarial is politely not up for any sort of marriage consummation, but Iobel can have as many kisses as she likes.
But if he doesn't kick her out of his room she might fall asleep between kisses.
So that's how they end up falling asleep snuggled together, curled up on his bed.
And there is Edarial, currently branching out from 'monarch' to a side-job in 'pillow.' A very snuggly pillow.