Good.

"That was lovely."

"I am not surprised you think so!"

Pet pet pet. "Thank you. Very much. I appreciate you immensely."

"You're welcome. Does it make you feel conflicted that you sort of have a reason to be grateful to the curse?"

"Mmm, not really." Pet pet.

"I'm more used to it, not getting dragged off to be tortured isn't the first positive side-effect it's ever had."

"Oh?"

"Well, if I can manage to plane shift reliably between that plane and this one I'll have a daughter."

"Or if I can manage to send you off with a fountain of youth in your pocket. I should get to work on that." Pet pet.

"Or that, yeah. ...I don't think it's kept me away from deserts, particularly, if I get really really caught up before trying to come back there isn't really any reason but paranoia to think I couldn't..."

He nods, and hugs her.

Slightly pensive hug.

"I'd miss you, but, mm. I don't think I'd have to miss you forever."

"Oh?"

"Forever's a long time. Maybe someday I'd figure out how to find you."

"Well, true enough.

Of course, if there's no plane shift in the books..."

"If there's no plane shift in the books I'll try to figure out a way to send you home."

"Thank you. I just--I never thought I might get to keep one--"

Hug.

Sad hug. "I really really hope this works out."

"Me too." Pet pet pet.

"Fuck, I don't even know what they named her..."

Hug.

Distressed hug. She starts shaking a little bit.