They can delay telling Teacher, then. She doesn't want to be distracted.

Works for her. 

Then let's get set for the en-Lyctoring. Ritual exchange of flesh, mutual near-death experience, et cetera.

A slight escalation of one of her favorite activities (which involves somewhat less literal eating out of flesh and only a little death). 

Nice.

As for the mechanics... Embracing, as they plunge into the River together? 

Yep.

The bubble that Palamedes has constructed for them is reminiscent of the first dorm they shared, back on the Sixth. Just slightly roomier, in that it's possible for them both to stand up at their adult sizes.

Cozy, still - and there's no need for Angerona to stretch her limbs anyways, not as she leans her forehead against Pal's and holds her tight. 

"Ready to commit the perfected blasphemy and unlock ultimate power?"

"Never been readier."

"Here goes."

She knows Angerona's soul like she knows her own, and she insinuates her way inside like a joint that was machined to nanometric precision. It's blazingly obvious where the merge will be, and with a flex just so, the mixture snips itself off, rising into the air as a softly glowing ball of light.

She slides into Pal even as Pal slides into her, steps forward where Pal gives - gives where Pal steps forward - as much a dance as a joining, and she pulls the light back in between them, limning their bodies as she moves them both. 

Perfection.

Enough to stand for eternity. 

Until they figure out how to improve on it.

Back to reality?

Sure thing. 

They are, of course, still in the same pose when they emerge. "Hey there."

"Hey there yourself." Kiss!

Kiss! (And that makes three for three, so theory: proven?)

The results might be skewed a little by everyone already being in relationships.

Meh. Not like they're going to publish.

True enough. (Another kiss, because why not.)

Yeah.

"So that's everyone, then."

...Serious nod.

"How long before we let Teacher know?"