Angela has worked out a ceremony that will satisfy the involved parties, a reworking of standard Samarian traditions with some revised wording and adjustments for the fact that the groom inhabits two bodies. This ceremony, unlike the elven one, doesn't involve any jewelry.
And then Sarion and her beloved are married. Again.
"Anyway," says Aedyt, "if you wanted to experiment, Lily, I could try to conjure you pretend singer blood."
"Because he had me by himself after he'd been wandering around missing Amariah for decades, and he didn't even mean for me to be hers but it happened anyway because of some weird thing about wishing and templates, and when she finally got back she was really mad at him for it."
"Have you met our other cousinoids? Your - sisteroids, I guess? Or for that matter your own alts."
"Some of them!" she says, cheering up somewhat. "My alts, and Pen the tiny angel, and the griffins. I still haven't seen sisteroid number three - I don't even know if any of them are here."
"They should be. I haven't met Hyacinthe or Ariel yet either, the one wasn't born and the other wasn't old enough last time - Aedyt?"
"Haven't seen them. Well, I don't know what they look like, so 'haven't noticed them' might be more accurate. I might have seen them and not paid attention."
"Not clearly enough to tell," she says after a moment. "There are a lot of angels I don't recognize at this party. Should we go looking for them?"
Kerron starts scanning for appropriately sized angels. Or, for that matter, humans - there are kids but not that many kids here.
"I don't see anybody," she says.
"Yeah. I'll go see if I can turn them up," says Kerron, and he heads out into the crowd.
If he's looking for an eleven-year-old angel, he might find one tucked into a roomlet on the main floor level. But she is quiet enough and still enough to be easy to miss, even with those bright white wings.