"What would be a good target? One of the Kystles pre-invasion, I guess?"

"Probably. Or, if we find another large-scale - murdery thing, that. Prime's Kystle before mine, I'd say, considering he has the secondary bonus of large-scale genocide to add to the deaths. I would not want to tell him that he would have to start over, though."

"Yeah... What are we going to do about your Kystle, anyway?"

"I - am not sure yet. I can't just let it sit, certainly. But I don't think we have the power to politely make the invaders go shoo."

"Can we - yoink the Lynn?"

"I think," he agrees. "But the problem with that is, according to the - other Lynn, she was really not fit for company at the - time I'd be yoinking her."

"I don't think we should yoink her and drop her in the middle of San Diego with a hotel voucher and a bottle of water, but there's unoccupied continents on our colony planet, or Cam could make her someplace to be in space somewhere."

"Let's - go with the space option. She might not want a daemon."

"Yeah. And presumably we should talk to the one from Prime's world before doing that, but it should go on the to-do list."

"Yeah. Uh. What do we do with her - tragically deceased daughter? I suppose we'll have to ask Prime's."

"Yeah. She's not getting any more tragically deceased. I can wait until her mother's ready for her."

Her husband nods and snuggles his wife. "I love you, have I mentioned?"

"I love you too."

"Something I am eternally happy about! Want to write up brochures about mages and my world's general history and immigration policies for our space colony, respectively, while cuddling?"

"Yes."