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Everyone pops in. All the Bells, all the Jokers - except for the Joker, who is missing for some reason - and the Bells immediately, without having to speak, divide their tasks amongst themselves. Stella and Angela and Pattern and Cam start brainstorming solutions - not implementing them, yet, just generating ideas that might work depending on what they're dealing with. Golden, as the one who's actually had her mind read by a loved one - albeit under more controlled circumstances - is working with Shell Bell, the other previously broken-beyond-recognition Bell, on coming up with a plan to help walk Isibel through recovery after they fix this somehow. Cam eventually folds into this conversation from the other since he's the one with a talking notebook; if they can find Isibel's old books they might be able to turn them into something that could help more actively. Rose is peering into Isibel's mindscape, looking for visible damage that she can just heal directly. Amariah's popping back into Milliways and forcing the door to the elf's world so she can drop a Janepoint in the cave to keep it temporally synced, then coming back and joining Juliet and Aegis in interrogating the demon and the waking dragon about what exactly they have done to Isibel.
"She might want to. There's a sort of - I wasn't broken this way, but before I glued back together there was an awkward period where I was sane enough to get bored again but not enough to do anything productive, so mostly I paid a lot of attention to my Sherlock."
"This might be a little much to install in one wish, and it's not as fundamentally essential as getting them to quit reading her all the damn time, but it would be good if there were no chain reaction type possibilities - anyone spying on her bondmates should not be able to get at her through them even if she is somehow deceived about whether there is anybody spying like that."
Hex goes.
"Oh," Isibel breathes, turning her face into his shoulder and hugging him tight.
"I can turn your old notebooks into a magic one that talks, like mine, that might do some good," Cam offers.
"You can take as long as you need. In perfect privacy," Shell Bell murmurs.
"We can try - drastic solutions, if we have to. Mental editing," murmurs Shell Bell. "By magic. But it'd be better if you could do it yourself, obviously."
"D'you want a perfect memory?" offers Juliet. "We switch to that from notebooks when we get it, generally - except Cam because his talks - and then you can remember everything you thought before, pull it back together."
"Maybe something a little off-standard for her? We don't have all the automatic-ness of ordinary memory attached - we have recall, not extra connection to what we recall - if she's as wrecked as she looks maybe something easier that will prompt her a little? Mental assistive device."
"Almost like an internal Grace, something with just a little more initiative," agrees Cam, "so she doesn't have to try to remember anything, she'll just have whatever she needs at her metaphorical fingertips."
"Wearing off, though, slowly, as she re-learns to think on her own," Angela cautions.
"Cam should wish it, if we're modeling the revision on his Grace."
"Does this sound good, Isibel? It'll be easy to remember everything," murmurs Cam. "You'll be able to think what you thought about things back before you broke. And you can use that until you know how to make new thoughts again. Does that sound good?" He murmurs gently, like she's young or sick or - broken.
"...Are you going to be able to tell me to take it away, if you don't like it?" Cam asks.