"That's the spirit!"

He grins.

"Do you want to hear me sing? I haven't been able to in ages, but it's safe now."

"Sure!"

She grins, and throws her head back, and sings.

She really does have magic for singing.

Wooooooooow.

She finishes the song, and beams, and stretches her arms and wings. "I'm going to go for a flight."

"Have fun!"

"You bet."

Grin.

Okay, what else can he do that's useful... ... ... ...he has no idea.

He can tutor Amalta in magic! That's a thing he can do! And run experiments if no one else can safely.

Yyyyyes but what he is in fact doing is sitting down at the table and putting his head in his hands.

Fair enough.

"You okay?"

He lifts his head.

"Who, me? Yeah, I'm fine. Long day."

"You don't look okay."

"I mean, I'm... tired, kinda overwhelmed... I guess by 'fine' what I actually mean is 'not going to be trapped alone in a deserted world forever'. Which is, you know, pretty good compared to the alternative."

"...Alone and immortal on a deserted world. Right."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

"For... being really depressing?"

"You've earned it."

"I guess..."

"Both in the sense that what you went through is depressing and it's only reasonable for you to be depressing after going through it, and in the sense that you've been amazingly helpful to us."

"Okay."