They teach each other things. Tyelcormo and Idaia barely leave their rooms. Maedhros has therapy twice a day.

She places dream blocks - "They'll last about a year, give or take depending on how much you sleep and how intense the nightmares normally are; if you don't get the hang of lucid dreaming reliably in that time I can replace them" - and she induces a panic attack and watches it play out and inserts interruptions in the feedback loops and she sweeps great swathes of fuzz off long-ago happy memories and she determines that he is not architected for the context switch to work and lays out the list of possible side effects if she makes any mistakes directly addressing traumatic associations in case any of this prompts him to decline.

"...I don't really want to trade off being functional against being happy."

"That's an entirely reasonable" preference "decision. You're coping with what you've got and I can't make a particularly strong guarantee that it'd be an improvement. You can try a lightly applied temporary version or skip it entirely."

"Temporary's worth a try."

"Okay. I'm going to go very gentle on this, you'll probably be able to knock it loose in hours if you try and days if you don't, but it'll give you an idea. Ready?"

"Yes."

Here goes nothing.

Gently gently gently pinch closed the links between this and that, and that and the other thing, and thus and such, careful careful light-touched tweaks that'll form back into shape if he so much as sneezes - but just for now, just for the next little while, sudden movements or somebody tapping him on the shoulder or hugging his brothers will not hook up to anything dark and evil in the other neighborhoods of his mind -

It takes her four hours, he has a lot of these.

"All done."

"Thank you. Would you know if there were side effects -"

"You're more likely to notice any such than I am with this light an application. I didn't see any cascades and I do not think I slipped, but if something propagates less immediately you'll see a symptom."

"I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

And he goes and gives Fëanáro a hug and promises therapy is going very well and Bella's lovely.

You okay? Rúmil asks her. Or the equivalent question whose answer impinges on confidentiality not at all?

The Enemy is pretty awful.

The Enemy is indeed pretty awful. I'm fine though.

More crystal ball work, or do you want to step outside a bit? 

I want to fly, actually. It's isolated enough here that nobody'll see, right?

Yep, you're safe. 

So she goes out and floats into the air.

It's not cold this time of year but it's crisp. The view is of course stunningly pretty.

Yay. Were you going to come? she asks Rúmil.

If you'd like company!

Sure!

So he flies out to join her. I missed you. It's good to have you back.

I missed you too.

Fëanáro thinks you had a secret rescue plan.