Here is his room. She shoulders him onto his bed.
"It is. How would we get anything done if things were constantly on fire?"
She hesitates, and then also sits, right next to him.
"If everything were on fire, where would we sleep? In canals that are also on fire?"
"Oh, of course, the only sane option," he snickers, and he scoots over and opens his arms in an offer of cuddles.
"You know, try as I might, I still can't manage to stop being angry at my father. I thought I would have slipped into not caring by now, but no. He's a terrible person and I am angry at him."
"No, just - surprising. I'm not going to do anything with the anger, it just hasn't gone away simply because he's locked away and I never have to speak to him again."
"I'd expected to continue to dislike him as a person, and never want to have anything to do with him, but otherwise not care about him in the slightest. But, alas. I do, in that I am still angry with him."
"I can argue that technically my mother put me in a worse position, and without her influence we would have never been in a situation where my father could interfere, but - yes."
"So it makes more sense than holding a grudge against someone who rips you off when you buy a sandwich."
"Oh, good. I - should probably shut up and go back to snuggling, hmm? I'm overthinking things again."
"Okay." Snuggle, snuggle. "We should probably tell our alts that we're looking for something to give us more working memory so we can cram bigger spells into our heads. One of them might have a magical solution."
"Maybe. I don't think daeva magic lends itself to that, but maybe a new alt will have such a thing."