"Still, overall very favorable impression."

"I'm delighted to hear it."

There is a rapping on the window.

Mirelótë looks.

Odette waves.

Illia rolls her eyes and goes to open the window.

Odette flies in, lands, and brushes her dress.

"Good morning."

"Good morning! Dad doesn't do magic anymore so I'm here for that part."

"I see. Why is that -"

"Specialized for talent over resistance when I was young."

"I see."

"I've mostly recovered since."

"I'm glad to hear that. You can't pick up a new specialty safely or have just redirected your energies?"

"I very much don't want to risk falling back into old habits. And Sympathy is both the most convenient for bloodworking and the one I had a problem with."

"I see."

"Maybe someday. But not today."

Nod.

"Anyway. I need your consent to examine your underblood."

"You are welcome to look at it. I assume you had no plans to do anything else with it but I should be understood to have what is probably a stronger-than-human negative reaction to the idea of finding myself with children I did not plan for or have under ideal conditions."

"Oh, certainly not."

Nod. "I just wanted to be quite sure. You may look as much as you like."

"Thank you. Odette?"

Odette grins. 

Illusions fill the air. Squiggles and symbols and a traditional representations of chromosomes.

It's fascinating.