Oh yeah no it's not like your physical heart in your chest, it's your dead spirit's heart. 

Much harder to deal with spiritual monsters than ones that have the courtesy to show up being corporeally toothy. Here are your meats and spices and fabrics and frog recipes and healing-song music players!

Awesome! 

The Pharaoh doesn't announce a decision about whether he's willing to sell all the slaves in the next several days. Moses has taken to alternating between visits to the palace trying to chivvy him along, spending time with his siblings, and hanging around the Vanda Nossëo shop, which is convenient because the frogs are somewhat inclined to avoid him.

"That's interesting, since they seem to be completely normal frogs," remarks Nelen, standing in the radius of unfroggedness and waving a prestidigitator at frog slime on his pants.

Moses, who just got back from his latest round of being told to go away by the Pharaoh, scowls.

"They haven't done any good. He won't listen. He cares more about his pride than his people, he wants things to stay the way they were so much that he won't realize they can't! I have to make him see--I have to keep going--I have to--"

He grasps his staff with both hands and holds it up, his expression smoothing out into an eerie calm. Then he brings the staff down on the stone in front of him with a crack that sounds not at all like a sound of wood on stone, and all the frogs fall motionless, dead. A moment later everyone present, except Moses but not excepting the Vanda Nossëo party, is covered in itchy, biting lice.

"- ohfuck," says Nelen, and he flees to the water dispenser outside to pour water on his head.

"AUGH," says Natsuko from inside the shop. "Moses, how about killing some livestock? I can get you a nice grant from the humane meat people for skipping to the livestock one! - and then staying there for like, a while! Please!"

"Do personal space rings work on these?" Cassiel wonders, picking lice out of her feathers and poofing them.

"No, I don't think so," grumbles Zanro.

Moses looks kind of out of it for several seconds, then pulls himself together enough to look sadly at Natsuko. "I'm sorry. I wish it didn't have to be like this. Maybe this time the Pharaoh will see reason."

"In, uh, the story, he doesn't do that till you kill people," Natsuko says.

"How many--"

"- story doesn't give numbers. Firstborn children of everybody in Egypt except the ones who listen to your instructions for getting skipped." Scratch scratch.

He closes his eyes for a moment, leaning harder on the staff, then turns around.

"I'm going back to the palace again."

"Why do you think it will help this time?" Tarwë asks.

"Not going isn't going to help, is it. I wouldn't have been sent to ask if there was no point."

"Going doesn't help in the story," says Natsuko, appropriating a pasta server in the kitchen item section as a backscratcher. "It might just make it worse."

"Is there anything in the story that does help? Or might have helped if I had thought of it in time?"

"Do you want to just read it?" Naoko asks. "- you'd need Allspeak, to read it in the original."