Kalars writes back; she has his utmost sympathy, but if she doesn't want a visit he doesn't need to be there for his own sake.
Raney doesn't write back; she just turns up the next day, dwarf caiman familiar tucked under her arm.
She wants to meet her son-in-law.
"They can think kind incomprehensibly theological thoughts and possibly take up sock-stealing."
"My parents are both sort of passively religious, but in different ways, and not with enough fervor for any of it to get on me."
"I dunno, it's kinda nice hearing about people that had non-shitty childhoods. Least other people were happy."
This is principally directed at Edarial.
"We should probably have a conversation about that at some point. It doesn't have to be today, and it probably shouldn't involve your brother."
"... Today is fine," mutters Edarial, not looking particularly happy about the topic.
"Okay. Where's a good place to talk?" Iobel asks, picking up Cricket and tucking him under her chin in a sort of nervous gesture.
"Right, I'm out, I know when I'm not wanted. Call for me if you want illustrative hand gestures. That's about all I would add to the conversation." Zevros waves, and then heads off.