"Salut," – Israfel said as he came in. – "How are you?"
Even though his thinking became more clear he was not sure what to bring up first. He sighed and started as he usually did: the needs of others.
"The Oracles. How many have gathered, how many need our help, what kind of help? If they need a new home we can use the crisis on Gaia. A few more refugee groups, some supplies, some secrecy. Somewhere in Bretonia. If they wish to begin again, though... I think we must wipe the slate clean first. Undergo a metamorphosis. Leave names and records behind until we have stable ground. What do you say?"
From the few interactions they had Israfel did not remember Saturnia as a zealot or being particularly stubborn. The details would inevitably require some sort of compromise, though. Israfel simply did not know enough about her outlook to adjust in advance.
