"Might work."

"Honestly wouldn't surprise me if you could do it with four, we got close with three, but I'm very sure Fëanáre has already thought of that and is working fanatically at it so it's probably a bad idea to bother her about whether it can be done."

"Sibyl might know."

"I haven't spoken with her. It seemed like it might be a bit delicate."

"And as far as I know she hasn't spoken with you either."

He bursts into giggles. "Wouldn't that at least require my visiting the neighborhood?"

"It would require you at least counterfactually doing that."

"If I could think of anything she might need I'd offer to counterfactually drop by but I'm straining to think of anything she'd possibly need me for. We're probably going to put in portals with Beach, we are interested in whether mana 'leaks' such that it becomes available in Beach once they're linked up with us but not urgently enough so to call a precog on it."

"Hasn't leaked into Eclipse from Ithil."

"That's too bad - it'd be convenient if we could share wizardry at will - but not surprising. Even less reason to bother Sibyl."

And is that all the batches -

Yup there goes the last wish.

"Thanks so much." And home.

Tireh is willing to wait until particularly acute needs in Shadow have been met but would like to be informed when she can pick up necklaces to hand out on Beach.

There are eight thousand people who read high enough. It only takes them a couple weeks to get necklaces for everyone at imminent risk of death of old age, and then they switch over to making ones for Beach and he sends her a note telling her she can pick them up.

Here she is!

"Hey! Sixty thousand - do you have a plan for distribution or are you doing it all alone -"

"The peal dropped these metal things on my world a while ago - can't pronounce the model name - people are used to them now, they'll hand them out."

"...any way we could trade you for a metal thing? Not the immortality necklaces, those're yours, but anything else you might want..."

"What do you want with it? Can't reverse-engineer 'em, you have to be from Stork."

"For them to teach our engineers everything we need to develop modern technology?"

"They're Kib's, but I could maybe talk him into it."

"Presumably the ones he dropped on your planet are yours?"

"They're sorta loaners and Kib - or his husband - would have to revise the instructions for me."

"Isn't 'teaching societies up to modernity' their current job?"

"You need perfect pitch to understand any language spoken on my world, among other localizations."