"Can you teach me -"

"Yeah of course. Ithil'll mostly speak Quenya -" he switches to it.

"You can come back with us to Warp if you want," Boots adds, "you'd be welcome most places on the map but it's sort of the obvious one and your family is there."

"...could you get my mom?"

"Warp is adjacent to the material plane and Ithil is adjacent to the plane of chaos but I don't know of any that's adjacent to whatever afterlife she's in and she might not appreciate it anyway."

"Okay."

"If we do find that plane we can ask her."

"Yeah."

Back to Warp.

He still hasn't quite got walking sorted out.

"Maybe Epic should make you a floatchair."

Pop.

He can sit in the floatchair. "That's cool."

Flap flap. "I know! And I can hang out in Hell and learn the languages!!"

"Do you want more time to adjust before I tell your family you're here?"

"It'd just be my dad, right? ...and he's old, by now - how long has it been -"

"...your dad, you've got a half-nephew named after you among others, etcetera. It's 263 in Materia by Imperium accounting."

"...they're not family. And wow. That's a long time. Why am I still a kid -"

"Because you were dead, I assume."

"Probably - I'm so behind on everything - science world - can I have a crystal ball and just read until I'm caught up on everything, I'm not very coordinated and that'll be less overwhelming and then I'll know everything and won't be useless -"

"Yeah, of course." She shows him to the ballroom.

"Thanks.  ...please do tell my dad I'm okay, but maybe not where to find me?"

"All right, although he might guess the ballroom on his own."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Let me know if you need anything. Subtle arts range is almost a mile, a-mail will get me anywhere."