He watched the Deva go, and could only shake his head. Maybe it was time for a mortal to join the ranks of godhood, as it appeared to be stagnating. Shaking things up would likely help a lot of things in the long run, provided he didn't go insane and kill everything first. He sent Vorela an affectionate sending, thanking her and asking her to put Saffron in one of the rooms, and keep her company, while he warned Cerulean. He waved Cerulean over, and shrugged, taking another few seeds before answering. "Well, good and bad news. Good first. Your mother is downstairs and now officially my possession though that isn't going to last much longer. Bad news is that I don't know what her mental state is, or if she even remembers anything about her life before the Sultan's harem. She might not, as I understand she went through a good number of slavers, and might have blocked it out to stay sane. Stay right there, and let me do some prodding, I would hate for you to get your mother back only for her sanity to break."<br/><br/>He made sure Cerulean wasn't going to run off to grab her mother by changing the portal to the inn to inactive status, which meant no one could go through it, but mental messages could. He then focused on Saffron, checking to see how she had handled the various trials to get through the years. He secretly wasn't very hopefully, but hoped he was wrong.