"Thank you," he says, a hint of stiffly. "... But I do think you're quite better off without diseases in Valinor."
"Sorry," he attempts, though he isn't in the slightest. His wife died, thousands of people die from diseases all the time, it is not a shame that Valinor is spared diseases because it lacks romance.
"...As long as we have diseases to begin with it is very romantic though."
"I - suppose. It didn't feel like it at the time."
Aydanci isn't sure how to say the things he's thinking without being terribly rude, so: snuggles with Kib, pensive silence. That is the way to go, clearly.
"You have to relive the moments where you were not okay in their entirety," says Aydanci. "And - I - was not okay. Am still not, really, I'm greatly improved now that you're - back, but being on the road to recovery is not recovered. I - don't think I can joke or even really be flippant about this subject, apologies."
"Well, if I weren't occasionally flippant about it I assume you would not be able to believe my assertions that I am okay now," Kib says lightly. Pat pat.
And eventually they reach Wrebb and purchase laundry automata and go to Valinor!
But not so much as to delay them. He can look and walk, after all.
"Oh good." In the meantime is it more trouble than it's worth to put him in my room?
I am planning to be flagrantly ostentatiously publicly sickeningly married. We will be very discreet by comparison, no one will be able to imagine I could go two seconds without gushing about anyone I was with. "I have a room in the basement," he tells Aydanci, "it's nice and dark."