Neverwinter Forest Bullet train to Iowa.

"I do not think it works like that. The process of getting rid of sins involves another person, who forgives them to you. There was this indul... indul..." Dwin furrowed her brow trying to remember the name of "indulgence". "Indulgenie or something like that. So - this means that first you need to find that particular genie, release it from its bottle and then ask for forgiveness. Kind of cool, huh? And if you are good enough, you get two wishes extra!" now she knew she was telling Towhee absolute nonesense, but the whole outset of their conversation had been based on imaginary things. 

"Well - physics may not apply to old hags like you, the young ones have yet to see, how anyone had become dry in the mist - does not matter, if it is cold or hot," she declined the offer once again. "I never properly asked you - or rather were inclined to listen - how are you related to my folk?" she asked, lying down so that the tips of her forepaws were touching the surface of the hot water lightly. "I know that the Blackthorn family tree is the most convoluted of them all and it is not possible to remember every one of them. But - you - I think - I would like to keep," she told.