Your planet is so weird!!! I think being into suffering is a different kind of suffering than the kind I am worried about.

How do you know?

I don't. 

Like, you could get lucky, but it is completely possible to have flat-out incompatible situations going on and I can in no way guarantee you that Rebecca is not, in Eclipse form, one of those edgeplay types who likes getting put through the wringer as bad as possible because it feels so good to stop, or something.

Beka's into way more intense stuff than her Macalaurë, I will ask her what she thinks I should do.

And he does. 

(Her Macalaurë has gotten the message from his alt and now visits her every day.)

Being visited is so great! (Does he have opinions on whether she should go get her free will revoked.)

He wonders if there's a way to get marriage but not oaths. If there's not she should maybe wait until she has a teleport so that nothing horrible can happen.

She's not in a huge hurry. Anyway her approach to the thing where she is into intense stuff is to tease her Macalaurë about it till he does it anyway! And then being conspicuously delighted the whole time! She doesn't mind having her mind read and bets that's template-consistent at least mostly.

"That sounds pretty workable. But would you be happier if he'd - had more warning in advance and required less teasing into it -"

"Nah he makes awesome faces when teased."

"Oh good. Okay." And he skips happily off to Lórien to wait for his Rebecca to be resurrected. 

Do you want me to spot you in case it's obviously not going to work from the word go.

Yes, thank you.

- you report in later in a state I'd describe as "optimistically freaked out".

He giggles. I'll take it. All right.

And this Rebecca will be able to breastfeed fine, they were careful about that, and wakes up in a similarly cheery Lórien.

She is delighted by Lórien! She feeds her baby! She goes wandering about and bows to the apparent singing angel and sits down to listen!

He keeps singing for a while because he's sure he won't mess that up. But eventually - hello, Rebecca.

Hello your holiness.

Come up here and sit with me.

She gets up and goes to kneel by his side.

He is totally successful at concealing a startled glance! - well. Mostly successful.

He reminds himself firmly that she is human and that she is sort of soon to be his wife anyway and he runs a hand through her hair. Very gently.

It has been two hundred years since you were last alive. If you would like you can be alive again, now, you and Catherine, in a safer world.

- or -?

You can stay here as long as you'd like. Or you can go back to whatever the last two hundred years were but it doesn't sound like there was much to them.