And Luzai will return to her room for the moment. 

This involves passing through the main common room. Luzai is emphatically not doing anything to draw attention, but if anyone were paying attention to her anyway, she's not doing a good job of pretending she isn't a hair away from breaking down crying. 

Camellia, Ember, and Daeran are all out and about, so fortunately there's not anyone in the room who knows Luzai and has the social skills to see through her.

Great. 

Luzai flings herself into her still-wet bed dramatically for a moment, then peels herself out of it (helped along by the fact that it still isn't actually comfortable to be in) and, making sure the door is closed and locked (and replicating Anevia's trick with the cloth under the door, hopefully wet cloth works for that) gets out her Book of Written Whispers, and writes: 

If and only if it's safe, I would like to talk in person. Also, a hug.

The message reaches Areelu while she's in the middle of an experiment, but anyone who assumed that would involve her having to interrupt her task is sadly unaware of what it means to be an archmage. She wanted to be able to receive the messages while she was in the middle of meeting with demons without compromising her information security; handling it and the work of stitching a demon back together at the same time is practically child's play. Fortunately the message doesn't seem to be an emergency, so she'll probably have the time to put the subject back into a stable condition rather than waste the work. With one hand, she goes through the gestures for greater scrying.

There aren't any observers visible to her true seeing or arcane sight, which means she doesn't have to leave her daughter sobbing alone in a tiny room. She turns herself invisible, and twelve seconds later she and Luzai are back in her private demiplane.

Luzai flings herself immediately at her mother to CLING. 

"I've had a really stressful few days. I'm getting my memories back! That's good! It's...pretty slow. And I remembered dying. But. I'm going to be okay." Squeeze. "I promise." 

Arcane spellcasters are not usually known for their physical strength, but that doesn't mean Areelu can't pick her daughter up in a hug as she returns to visibility.

"You're safe now."

The last words still hit her like a thunderbolt, but she's got enough self control not to collapse into tears herself when Seshka still needs reassurance.

Luzai Seshka can understand why Anevia would feel the need to ask what their relationship looked like. Why Irabeth would ask if she was sure she wasn't being lied to. 

But neither of them have ever experienced this. Neither of them ever knew the Architect of the Worldwound as anything other than a story about the greatest traitor humanity had ever known. 

And neither of them grew up in Geb, knowing as easily and obviously as the wind in their hair that evil people, too, can love. 

"Love you."

Cling cling cling. 

"Thank you for the knife." 

"I love you too."

Hug hug hug.

"There's a large part of me that wants to just keep you here and safe forever. But you wouldn't be yourself if you didn't take risks, which means that all I can do it give you the tools to have a fighting chance. You've got a clone this time, though, and even if someone tries to maledict you or trap your soul or turn you into a statue I'll be there to deal with it."

"--I have a Clone? Oh, wow, I was not expecting that, I mean, I figured you would definitely resurrect me if anything went wrong but I was barely even sure that those existed." 

Focus, Seshka, now is not the time to get nerdsniped. 

"Honestly, my stress has mostly not been about my own existence. Um. Starting at the less complicated end of things, somebody left a couple of severed heads in my stuff, and I do not know if that was about you or about the Evil Science Parent I don't like, but either way it seems. Bad." 

"It was not the easiest spell to rederive, but I happen to be something of an expert at souls. As for your other issue... I could assay a speak with dead or resurrect them, but nobody truly dangerous would hand over an intact head that could reveal them; I'll try it anyway once it won't give things away. There's supposed to be an inquisitor spell for reconstructing past events that I don't know in enough detail to imitate  with limited wish, but I'm sure I could rectify that if I hunted down a few of those pests. Outside of that... I could bind some outsiders to cast legend lore, or just keep an eye on you with scrying. Do you have a preference?"

"...Legend Lores, huh, I wonder if the Storyteller could get anything...uh, the Storyteller is...wait hang on maybe I shouldn't give you details of people without their permission. Not that I'm sure you couldn't find out, but, uh, it's the principle of the thing. Although he is relevant to one of the other things I wanted to say. Um. I...don't think you should scry on me all the time, because...there's...a guy..."

Areelu sighs.

"Of course there is. I'm sure you could do better, but that's true of practically anyone. Perhaps prisoner's ring, then, or a bound outsider - I'm sure I could find a particularly capable quasit to keep watch, or a vulpinal if you would prefer something less dangerous to be caught with."

"...I assume it would be prohibitively difficult, if it were even possible, to specifically pick a vulpinal that had met Mama* and could tell me how she was doing." 

*Luzai uses the Garundi term here, to disambiguate.

"I expect I can to scry her and check, or get you a crystal ball to do the same, but I'm not certain she will have been sorted yet. Pharasma is usually slower to do so for people who might get resurrected."

"--No, she was, we checked. Back in Osirion, after we had her buried. There was a Sending. She's something furry and with a very long middle finger. ...Notably this was before I was--me--Seshka--I don't object to this situation at all but it occasionally makes the first person complicated to use--anyway, it didn't seem at all likely at the time that we would be able to have her resurrected for years and years at least." 

"And I have always done my best to evade her sight. Well, that's rather convenient in this case."

She pulls out her crystal ball; it's more convenient than fetching one of her spares, even if the true seeing is rather overkill. The interplanar distance will complicate matters somewhat, but Luzai is familiar enough with her mother overcome it.

She certainly is. 

"Oh," Luzai says softly. "--I don't know what that shape is, but it's cute. And it looks like she's doing well." Tears prickle at her eyes. "Thank you." 

"Do you still want to find someone that knows her, or just catch up? Message isn't exactly reliably through a normal scry, but with enough tries even a coinflip is almost guaranteed."

"--I would much rather talk to her myself." She hesitates for a moment, then looks up firmly.

"I don't know if it--hurts, that when I woke up during the operation, it was her I was calling for and not you. But--you're not the same. You're both my mother, but you're different mothers, and--having you doesn't make me not miss her, but if I had her back, that wouldn't make me not miss you, when we go days or weeks without talking."

She will scoop up Luzai in another hug, how about.

Yay hug!!! Luzai is almost always happy to have hug. 

"I really have missed you," Luzai says, but in a happy content way where it is okay because they're here now. 

This is very good.

Eventually, though, she remembers that practical matters exist. "How long do I have you for before someone notices you're missing?"

"A little less than three hours. Unless the demons attack sooner than expected. I will definitely be missed if I'm not findable when that happens." 

"I'll keep an eye on it."

She'll want a scrying sensor there anyway, to make sure she can get Luzai back without being seen in action, and three hours is basically a nonissue when it comes to duration.

"You said you've had a stressful few days. Is any of it something you want to talk about? I see you've hit second circle, but I've mostly only been catching glimpses of what you've been up to."