"I know they do - hi Macalaurë -"

Hi. I'm so glad you're all right - are you all right -

I have free will now! It's weird! And everything feels really intense, although that's dropping off. Pause. I got reembodied with my hair down!

I killed you. Uh, just so you know.

Is that why you're hiding? I knew that. Thank you.

Not really, I just didn't want to - get in the way - the whole thing was my fault -

Not really.

Could have come up with a safer escape clause.

I didn't know it was going to do that either.

I'm just glad you're all right. Kat was safe and happy and didn't swear anything -

She calls you Cáno I noticed. (Kat has been haphazardly narrating the period of time during which her Mama was dead in a vague pidgin of five languages.)

Catherine calls Michael Papa and they're - such a happy family -

I noticed that.

I dunno if I should be addressing this situation with "you can go ahead and be an Elf about it, I'll keep" or "so hey I wanna find out what sex is like while everything feels about a million times more than usual" and I would appreciate some unmixed signals there.

I was grossly unfair to you and I am so sorry and if I - if you want - 

Wow, regret and sorrow, sexy.

You know what? All right. Come here.

Kat's already wiggling - "I wanna find Catherine -"

Beka kisses Kat's cheek and puts her down. Kat runs off into the garden.

Where's here?

I'm in the house -

She winks at Rebecca.

She goes and opens the front door.

She had started to braid her hair, but she didn't finish or have anything to tie it off with and it's almost slid loose by now.

The house does not actually have guest bedrooms but it has a truly astonishing number of parlors and sitting rooms. 

He scoops Beka up and finds one.

Ooh! Scooping!

He has to put her down to latch the door. Then he can pick her up again. "Did you really think I didn' t like you -"

"Mixed signals," she chirps, a little breathless - everything is still so much, and she is paying lots of attention to all of it.