"We met another Adarin, who was five hundred years old, unfriendly, sleep-deprived, and careless, and he accidentally killed this Adarin."

"I resurrected him, there was no beating applied because he had to go and get my my herbs and so on and was very apologetic, and also turns out the spell doesn't work on fae so now there's a live nonmagical Adarin and a ghost and I'm going to have to - try again with a revision."

"Alethiometer was pretty clear."

"Extra damn. Is he - wait, fuck, no, he's a wreck, isn't he. What do you need me to do, how can I fix this?"

"He thought you wanted to know, we aren't - I mean, you can't help me with the spell, can you? You could come keep the ghost company, though. We can't see him."

"Yeah, doing that. Gonna make it a teleport, he needs me now." Pause. "Are you going to be able to kill him?"

"We have - not settled on a method but it's probably not going to be me."

"Uh - sweetie?" Isabella passes the question on.

Isabella relays that.

"That's a yes. Okay, good, because I don't want my brother to have to figure out a way to kill himself."

"Okay. Then - that's that solved as soon as I have the spell."

"Yup. Be over in a bit, ghost-Ada probably needs me, you're in charge of human Ada."

"Mm-hm."

Zeviana waves, and then ends the mirror-call. She is going to go work on a teleportation spell. There will be swearing.

"... I can't tell if that's helpful or worrying," murmurs Adarin.

"That she's willing to do it?"

"Yeah. Just - immediately, like that."

"She thought the plan was for me to, which I found kind of unnerving in its own right."

"... Yeah. I worry about her, sometimes."

"I mean, she's also very concerned about you."

"I know, I'm not - that's not what I'm worried about, I'm concerned about her mental health, sometimes."