This is SO COOL AND FASCINATING. 

Luzai watches carefully. She also fingers the Nahyndrian dagger, gently stimming her fingers across the subtle engravings of the hilt. What must it have looked like, when Mom made it? What did enchanting magic items with Nahyndrian crystal look like?

A matter for later. For now, she watches and learns. 

There's a lot to learn! Not only is Areelu Vorlesh is one of the greatest item crafters on Golarion - and the second best in Avistan - and the comparison to Jhoran Vhane's work is enough to put into perspective that the dwarf is both highly talented in his craft and absolutely not anywhere in the same league as Areelu. Luzai also has her full and undivided attention, with nothing held back for reasons of secrecy, and her mother is also entirely willing to supply the reagents for Luzai to follow along and try what she's seeing for herself on another shield. Keeping an eye on what both of them are doing doesn't seem to distract her in the slightest.

Eeeeeee this is SO COOL. 

Luzai's gaze occasionally flicks between her mother's project and the one she's doing to follow along--which isn't going to turn out anywhere near as impressive, not on her first try, obviously, but--well, they might look the same, to a casual observer, what with how much of the original version's work is hidden. 

Then several hours later, Luzai will have a +1 mithral buckler of her own work and a +1 mithral buckler of heavy fortification to go with her wand of enervation.

"Do you want to stay to eat, or should I send you back to your brother now?"

"Iiiiii want to but my absence might have been noticed by now...just a little longer probably won't hurt anything." 

Then when she sets to work on cooking one of Seshka's old favorites, she'll cheat outrageously by having her mansion deliver her the ingredients pre-prepared rather than spend the time on it herself and set several of her unseen servants to working in parallel with her. This way takes much less time than it would have back when she was at 6th circle, and also means she doesn't have to confront the fact that she has no idea what to with with blood, culinarily speaking. There's presumably no shortage of demonic recipes, but if there's one thing she's never trusted her erstwhile allies on its having a sense of taste - having the mansion produce whatever kind Luzai has in mind is a much safer bet.

Luzai takes one bite of the finished dish and stops. 

"I...is this...from...before?" 

"Yes. It used to be one of your favorites, but I never made it as often as you would have liked because I needed to go to Iz for some of the ingredients."

She nods slowly. 

"It's a little bit surreal, to simultaneously have the immediate reactions, 'ooh, yes, this' and 'I have never tasted this before in my life.' Seeing you for the first time after I woke up was a little bit similar, but mostly confusing. Now I know what's going on. And...it was a little different, then, too, because--" she tries to put it into words. "--Because--the memories are stronger, this time, but when it was you it was more important."

She doesn't even try to fight the smile widening on her face, and it remains even after she returns Luzai to an out of the way spot on the streets of Kenabres and returns to her work.

Excellent. She goes looking for Villibor. And, you know, if she meets anyone who has something helpful for her to do along the way, that's also good. 

There is nobody who meets all three of along her route, has something she can help with, and is willing to ask someone walking down the street that they don't know to help them with it. She can make it to her brother without issue.

Villibor is currently eating lunch in the Grey Garrison mess hall with Seelah after having spent most of the morning patrolling together. 

He looks up when his sister approaches. "Hello, where've you been?"

"Making you this!" she says brightly, thrusting out a buckler to him. 

...He takes it gingerly. "You made this?" 

"Yeah!" 

She is wearing one that looks mostly the same on her own arm. 

Seelah looks it over, examining the steel* and handles.

"That looks pretty good! A little light for my tastes, but it's always good to be able to put something less stabbable between you and sharp objects. Did the forgemaster let you use his stuff again while you were over there?"

"...Nnnnooo but it's probably best to let people assume so." 

Seelah starts to ask why before catching on halfway through voicing the thought and then tries to finish it in a way that sounds unsuspicious, with rather middling success. 

"Er, ahem. Right. Do you want to join your brother and me on patrol after this, then? It's mostly showing the flag at this point, since most of the cultists and demons have either gone to ground or are sticking to their bases, but it's important to reassure people and make things safer for everyone who's been hunkering down instead of leaving town."

"Sure! That sounds great." Luzai is still a squishy wizard but since nobody has invented the bicycle yet, let alone cars, this still leaves her with enough lower-body strength not to balk at extensive amounts of walking. "Also I haven't talked to you since before the assault yesterday and we should fix that." 

"I did tell her the thing you told Anevia." 

"Oh, good. Still." 

Seelah blushes lightly at that.

"I have to admit, it was a little embarrassing that I couldn't tell, but thanks. It really helped a lot with the demons, and I think some of it's stuck with me."

"Yeah! We definitely couldn't've beaten up Minagho without it." 

Seelah is also very much in favor of Minagho being beaten up!