Elsewhere:
Maitimo wakes up.
The room is littered with forensic conjurations of people and notes and wands and books and planets. In the room is Ms. Chua, and a black-winged demon. Looks too straightforwardly Asian to be naturally occurring.
"Almost as nervous about not being in the same room as I am but this is looking like it'll go on a long time, human standards..."
"Also, if I wake up first and need the bathroom I have to drag him out of bed and when he's groggy he sometimes resents that."
"Mostly, yeah. When she's doing the magic thing existing is not moment-to-moment very unpleasant and also she can tell Findekáno how to sit so as not to scare me and then I have - space to work on my head."
"I don't know if I'd choose to be one, even if there weren't a cost. Depends on how many people my decisions were going to affect and whether I could know them all, I think, and I'm worried it handles conflict badly. But I'd be very glad they existed, if not for -"
"It doesn't appeal even client-side, I want anybody with that much information to - come by it honestly -"
"I'm glad she still gets to mostly be fifteen - sixteen now. Felt bad about that with Lári. Which probably prompted her to ask about the nails, but." Shrug. "Couple people have asked questions back home but I do not have the energy to avoid that."