Yvette opens her eyes, and the first thing she notices is that the bed is too soft.
She sits up with a hiss of anger, and looks around.
"It's unlikely. They do occur occasionally. There might be a minor scandal in the Umber community over who's bastard son he is, but he should be old enough to be unambiguously not a Lilim, and therefore not worth really bothering too much over."
Nod. "All right. Then - how do we do that?"
"Someone will have to talk to the parents. Shall I go do that now? That would probably be the fastest way."
"If you don't mind?"
"Not at all."
Ishmerai leaves, giving a brief glimpse of the hallway outside as she goes.
Yvette smiles a little, and then goes to shake the computer down for its secrets.