(The ring points out they could make him not want to do that first).

No, I mean, if this were the Enemy - you're not using my cooperation for anything -

No, ring.

Oh. No.

Go ahead.

Gently carefully bit by bit she goes ahead.

He lies there. Twitches less, after a while.

She will carry on until he says he's done or she can tell she is.

After a while the ring has no more suggestions aside from occasionally longingly thinking that he could be theirs.

She prefers if he is his.

Better?

- I think so. More like being dead. Which is a dramatic improvement. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Is there anything else you need right now?

I don't think so. I - seem to have been reembodied without the usual care by Mandos, was that deliberate -

One of the things I explained to the Valar was that they should cut that out.

I see. 

Do you need anything?

I'm fine. Although whenever you're feeling up to it I'd love to show you around my world.

He makes a face. He sits up. He blinks, lets his face go totally blank, then smiles slightly. "That sounds lovely. Let me braid my hair better and then I will have to see this lovely alternate universe."

She smiles and steps behind a tree.

And he fixes his hair and then comes and finds her.

"Anywhere you'd like to start?"

"I expect you'd know better than I what might be of interest."

"We could go visit your alt. He's married. Two kids."

"Oh? Who did he marry -"