"Well - it worked out that he didn't set foot there even for a minute. We're okay and his alt is teaching him all kinds of stuff."

"I'm really glad. We miss you. We were very very worried for him and for you."

"It turned out I was okay, at least given that I didn't do any science or cast any spells or get cocky. Got my degree and my actual therapy license even."

"I expect you were very good at it. But. Still. You were very badly wronged."

"...yeah."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"We have - an obligation to make sure our people really are safe in Valinor -"

"The thing you really need to petition the Valar about - Rúmil may go back to help, depending - is that they musn't parole Melkor. That happened in this universe, they let him out and he pretended to behave while laying the groundwork to defect and then - it was even worse than the first time -"

"Okay. We'll tell them right away. Or as soon as we can be sure that we're presenting it constructively..."

"There's Years of timing leeway as long as recent events didn't throw off the schedule somehow."

"No, they've mentioned they won't consider parole for three Ages of the world. But still, if it's important we should start laying the groundwork right away."

"Yeah. Thank you."

"Of course. I'm so sorry, Bella."

"I really don't blame you at all."

"We owed you so much better than this."

"It's okay. I'm all right."

"I'm glad. Have our son stay in touch."

"Will do."

"Did you explain? So now it's all good?"

"...it's a little more complicated than that. I think you should call them every day; and they're going to want to visit once we can do that."

"Every day? But I'm busy!"

"Well, it could be every Valian day."

"Okay."

"Good. They miss you and it's going to be a while before they can come here." Scoop hug.