"He was very clear about it," Isibel says. "He said there was part of the message from the Wild Magic that he didn't understand, and -" And having a conversation out loud isn't helping very much, but she can focus on giving explanations, she's done that once before. Breathe, and - "- that it felt like dipping his horn into a clear well. He said it made sense after I told him that my co-bondmate was a demon. He asked if you were Tialle's demon, and I said you were, and he said that part of the message meant that you weren't Tainted, and he can vouch for you as Shalkan did for Vestakia, except less comfortably because you are not, for demonically unrelated reasons, fit unicorn company."
This doesn't stop her from looking at her feet and clasping her hands and tearing up when he thinks of the reason he is unfit unicorn company.
It's not as though he wouldn't have - if he had ever met someone he wanted to be unfit for unicorns with, who also wanted to. But there has never been such a person. There has only been his life in Shadow Mountain, and the long years alone after that. And then the visit from all those dragons, but the demon was not physically a part of that encounter.
Isibel's not sure how unicorn senses reckon that kind of thing, but certainly if he was already in a condition to discomfit Tialle when they met he still is now. She sighs and hugs him tight.
Maybe if he just - tries not to pay attention, tries very hard, tries not to think of anything at all except how much he loves her.
She leans on him and closes her eyes.
He can't do it forever. He can't even do it for a full minute.
She couldn't hyperfocus for long when she first started either. Maybe they can practice.
Of course - she's pretty sure she won't be able to get anything done while they're doing that - but through some combination of him concentrating and her concentrating they may be able to do what they have to do.
Which is, by the way -
"And Liselen says we both need to do something about the - whoever is bringing Darkness into the world. Together."
"I don't know a spell to find whoever it is. My teacher thinks that if I could have delayed a season or two to Bond at all I can wait the extra moonturns to become proficient at Elfmagery and that this will give me a better chance of doing what I must when I do find the enemy."
"I could look for another, but this one is willing to devote her time to me, and she is good at explaining the things she chooses to explain, and she might take offense and refuse to teach me more if I failed to find a better one."
"I could sleep in my guesthouse," she says, "or - here."
She leans on him and closes her eyes and tries to focus on the comforting love and not on the spying. She's not even thinking anything in particular that she cares about having read, right now, but she doesn't know how to make it less - not concentrating on that not concentrating on that, just on the warmth the love the sleepiness -
She sleeps, eventually.
The demon curls up and holds her. All night. He spends the time practicing, to see how long he can go thinking about his love for her and nothing else.