After a week and a half after the first cooking class Dal-Yora sends out invitations for tea party.
...And someone else join the group. He nods at Parafi's direction and blinks when he recognizes Teronmas.
Parafi nods back, a little concerned about how this might turn out, but also not sure how to stop Padrikiun from coming with them.
If there is a way to stop Padrikiun to come it isn't obvious, they are loaded into a wide floating platform that flies in straight lines towards their destination.
They deliver the people, including their boyfriend. How are things here? Asks a supervisor.
Under control, Inara's been coping pretty well, all things considered. She'll take Thomas to his brothers, thank you.
Thomas mock pouts for a moment, then winces in a bit of pain. "Are you dealing well with things?"
"As well as I can. Hard to stay put when I know 'Chelle and Dad are out there somewhere and I have no idea where."
Thomas makes an effort to hold her hand. "'Both should be fine, I am pretty sure. There was a couple of male casualties from the barrier and that's where they send her there. And your dad was in ward duty back at our temple."
"You're almost certainly right," Inara agrees, squeezing his hand gratefully. "They're both too stubborn to die."
That gets an actual smile from Inara. "It is just one of many."
And here they are, the room where Thomas' brothers and Katur are.
"Yes, don't leave to go about saving more lives. It would be rude to the lady of the house."
"I will chase you down and drag you back by your ears if you leave before you're well enough. You've all done enough today."
Felix puts a hand on the sleeping Katur's forehead. "Okay, okay, we will stay. We can take turns making rounds?"