Scoop. Hug. "I am sure we can at least make progress."

"Granted. But people problems are really not your forte, so maybe wait on expecting results in that area at least until all the technical problems have been solved? You know what I bet is harder than resurrecting humans and Dwarves, is resurrecting Maiar, Tyelcormo was super attached to Huan."

"...that was the short version," Rúmil ventures. "Does the a-mail also contain a long version?"

She checks.

It does. The longer version is eighty pages and includes maps.

"Yep."

"May I see that one?"

"Sure. I'm going to wait until I've recovered a little better from what was in the short version."

"I do not blame you in the slightest."

"I am so glad that Idaia and Tyelcormo didn't reproduce before all this went down," she sighs.

"That does seem a blessing."

"I don't think it was particularly a risk, mind, but still."

He starts reading. 

Good for him. Imliss contemplates her sister's "secret" chocolate stash, determines that this would be a terrible idea, and steals Idaia's laptop to fiddle with trailer-related arrangements.

And as soon as he's within osanwë range - Idaia?

Dearheart?

You're alive - you're alive - where are you I have to drive a bit slower now that there are other cars everywhere -

She sends him an image of her exact surroundings and as much information as she can think of about the campus's location within the town and the town's location within California.

I am--oh dearheart--I--I can't imagine you're exactly okay, so I won't ask if you are, but--

You're alive, Idaia, you're alive -

I am, I've been alive again for almost eighteen years now and I've missed you since I remembered you existed--

I'm so sorry I didn't know, I'd have come sooner - how -

I have no idea. I don't blame you for not thinking of it, as far as I know it's completely unprecedented.

Are you okay? Are you happy?

I missed you a lot but I was generally happy when I wasn't actively pining.

Okay.