What I wanted to know, but didn't dare ask at that time, was why some extra-dimensional visitors had to take on terrestrial forms, and their limitations, such as Cerb and Loralee, while others, like Maurice, went around in their own bodies? Although, granted, in the case of Maurice, with some modifications.
Instead,
I thought for a few seconds, then said, "Harry moved into Felicity's
place. Would his old room be good enough? Not much furniture to move around.
Put the mattress on the floor, or would they want to sleep on the bed at normal
height?"
Maybe
I gave in too fast. On the other hand, this was a pregnant woman, even if she
didn't look like one. I owed Cerb for protecting my neck a few times last year.
"Are
there any special arrangements they need?" I hated talking to Maurice when
Cerb and Loralee were right there. I had gone through situations just like this
after I landed in my wheelchair. Too many people had a tendency to want to talk
over or around someone in a wheelchair or showing other handicaps. They seemed
to prefer to deal with the able-bodied person with the gimp, instead of talking
directly to the gimp. Kind of rude. I didn't want to do that to them. Since
they couldn't talk to me, I had to ask Maurice, who was clearly there as
go-between.
"Just
a place to get out of the darkness. There's a kind of a clash of magics and
resonances, so it's a little uncomfortable to stay at Divine's for too long
once the sun goes down. Don't ask. I don't understand."
Cerb snorted and Loralee gave a little whine.
"Yeah, neither do they. Probably some side effect of staying so long in these bodies. Anyway, during the day, they'll be on patrol, although Loralee will probably spend a lot of the next couple weeks getting off her feet, down in the park, or at Divine's." Maurice shrugged. "They've never been through this, I sure as heck haven't been through this before, so … we're all guessing."
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