Magic works different in different realms, Daine replies with a one-shouldered shrug. We don't have familiars in mine.

But that's not important - not compared to the pickle Asmodia and Biscuit are in. Almost everyone here is human, she explains to Biscuit, and most of those who aren't at least look it. You both stand out more than you ought to, and the natives have ways of capturing your image - like a drawing or a painting, but better and faster. Biscuit, at least, can be popped back into her bag if necessary, but there's no hiding his mistress. Daine frowns as she strokes a finger between the mouse's ears. Can your mistress change her shape? Elsewise we'll just want to get you both underground as quick as we can.