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“Galaxian,” Delphi says. “Sounds vaguely familiar.”

“Help?” Clay says. “I’m really not sure—“

He’s cut off by the arrival of Silverskies. When she yells his and Micah’s names, he makes a noise resembling the word “mom” and melts into her hug. Micah looks startled, but doesn’t try to resist, which is quite unlike him.

Delphi seems to relax a bit. They’ve found someone they know amidst all this. Good. She glances at Specter, then Vine when they appear, and Whistle, deciding to ignore them all for the moment. Clay was usually the talker, so she left him to deal with the questions.

When Vine tiptoed away and apparently had a conversation with empty space, that caught Delphi’s attention. Sure, Vine looked to be a particularly odd deity, and it could be normal for them to talk to themselves, but one could never be too careful. She couldn’t hear the conversation, but she watched, squinting around a sudden, oppressive headache, as Vine dragged something back their way.