"If I wrongly concluded you weren't evil and took you in, then it would be reasonable to hold me a little responsible, and also you know enough magic to cause problems yourself. If I wrongly concluded you were evil, and killed you myself or let someone else hurt or kill you, that would also be a problem. And time passes for you while I think about it, it'd be very expensive to stick you in a jar while I figure it out, and I'd need someone to keep your body alive and it'd be a problem if it outgrew you, assuming it's the right age for you in the first place."

"I suppose since I don't remember anything I might not remember it if this is not my original body. It feels normal but I don't know if that's expected. How would you get in trouble if I weren't evil and you killed me? Nobody could prove it once I was dead. Not that I want you to do this."

"Many people find it extremely distressing to kill toddlers. Also, I have no idea how many people know you're here, or whether anyone has arranged anything to catch your soul if you die."

"Is it... less distressing to kill evil toddlers? Less likely that someone knows where they are?"

"Honestly, not by very much."

"Well, I appreciate you looking out for me insofar as any of your motives have to do with that. Do I need to make more than one person's dose of sleeping potion?"

"I don't expect you will. Do your potions keep well?"

"In a good container sure. Do you have glass vials and wax?"

"I can arrange some of those for you. To be clear, I'm not basing how willing I am to help you get out of the country or something on whether you can make a sleep potion, and I do think that's probably your best option."

"It seems probably wise for me to have a dose of sleep potion on me even if I then immediately leave the country."

"I agree. I just wanted to be clear about that. I'll go get you some vials."

"Thank you."

She organizes herself a mise en place.

And then she can have some vials and pick her favorite from a few sizes.

She picks a big one so she can fit two doses. Mix mix mix. "Can I have something sharp, I want to nick my finger for this one."

She seems like she's basically in control of her body in a way human children of her apparent age usually aren't. Velya offers her a knife, hilt first. "Do you think you can handle this or should someone go find something smaller?"

"This is fine." She nicks her finger. A thin pale liquid, like nectar or weak lemonade, comes out of the wound; she squeezes three drops into the vial, then returns the knife and puts her finger in her mouth.

"Did you know that's not the color human blood is or the color the other ones' blood is said to have been?"

"No. What's blood?"

"It's a liquid that's inside your body and keeps it alive."

"I didn't know the word 'blood'. I don't remember learning your language so that could be for all kinds of reasons but it seems to me that if I don't have blood like yours and don't know what it's called it's possible mine is not blood. Does this obviate the need for a sleep potion?"

"Probably, yeah. Though it's not unreasonable to have one on hand anyway, I suppose."

"I do prefer not having to injure myself when I can avoid it."

Tema giggles and Velya nods.

"You know, I feel the very same way," says Chanai.

She nods and finishes her sleep potion and then caps it off.

"So. You're probably fine and have substantially fewer constraints on your future plans than we've been assuming. If you want the ongoing help of my household and myself it's still on offer."