"My wife wasn't very subtle in her entrance. Hello," says Procellor, switching to verbal language. He's got to get back in the habit of it if he's going to be looking human.

Pyranir looks up at Glass. Are you her sister? he asks, curiously. He has not had this whole thing explained to him. That's okay, he'll figure it out eventually.

Ilayse is happy to keep chatting with Pen! Yay! I like playing with magic, I'm good with wind!