[He shifts, about to change the hand holding the phone when he looks over at his cutieflies. He whispers something to them, barely audible, and one of them floats up to snag his phone in its little legs and hold it for him.]

[And then he just listens to Steven talk, already beginning to sort and extrapolate the information. He knows that he's been alive far, far too long to possibly tease apart what he was born with versus how he was raised. He considers for a moment that all this change was finally taking a real toll on him.

[When he's finished he makes a thoughtful noise.]

I understand, Steven. There are souls upon souls that I wish I could see again. It sounds as if that she must bargain with the ability to visit you that she is well-equipped.

What would they do when they were stressed?