Glass is in the middle of reading the girls a bedtime story (they can all read, at this point, but still like being read to) when she gets the notification. She now has enough processing power to continue reading without skipping a beat, and to also inform her wives of what's going on. [Some of the Bells are hanging back as a reserve force of sorts, if they don't particularly want daemons but wouldn't much mind them and have someone to look after them during the separation required to get into the Alethian afterlife,] she says. [If one or both of you would be willing to do that I think I'll be in that contingent.]