Zeviana grins. "Fight started when I said his daemon'd be a turtle like his spirit animal."

"We have no way of knowing if that's true and several reasons to suspect it's not."

"Yup, it was a completely ridiculous accusation."

"Is Turtle now his disambiguating nickname in case we find a million slight variants on your names and can't keep you straight?"

"Yup! I won the fight."

"Oh, is that how that works. Do you have a nickname too?"

"Not yet, we'll figure it out, I guess."

"Anyway. Zevros, how much did you hear about the terrorism thing?"

"Heard a building fell on you. I was about to go be unhappy, then I got word you were fine."

"We're fine. Although Edarial might not have been - he was badly hurt and I had to keep him awake and fix his head injury. But all the guards we had with us weren't so lucky."

"Yeah. Heard about that, too." He pauses. "... Already knew about the resurrections, lady-me asked."

Zevi waves. "Totally fine with it, by the way. I explained that it was complicated political reasons."

"If I had a spellbinder spell to do it, I'd have got some of them back already," says Iobel. "And the spell would be published and I'd probably subsidize the damn book with royal funds to get it into more hands. Isabella's way will take more work to set the stage and get something we can handle going, but, yes, of course, one day we will get them back."

"Thank you for not spontaneously deciding to announce that we can and aren't from the rooftops."

"Yup."

"Sorry," says Edarial, quietly.

"You get to tell their families."

"I can go too, if you want."

He eyes her. "Sure, you can go, too."

"I'm not sure what to say, but I can."

"You never know what to say," informs Zevros.

"I'm not sure what one's supposed to say," Iobel amends.