Daminor chuckles, while the women shake their heads at his comments.<br/><br/>The sisters disagree on when they want to perform the spell. "Now, I'm ready." "Tomorrow," Cerul says, with a meaningful glance at her sister, who intercepts it, and nods. "Tomorrow, then, I suppose..." She seems about ready to ask a followup question, but Cerul's hand gesture cuts that off.