"We don't have princes where I'm from."

"Some of the human worlds have them but not Revelation neither and not Kib's world. I like being a prince, people do what I say and all I have to do is give them good lives and I'd do that anyway."

"That does sound nice!"

"Mirelótë's not a princess, I don't know why not, I bet if she said she was in charge of some place people'd go live there. Maybe the places were so nice she didn't feel the need."

"Maybe she planned it for after her children would be grown up, Elves do that kind of thing."

"Or just for after she was sure she was all done with the Valar thing, I think she doesn't otherwise prefer to live in Valimar."

"Is she not all done with her Valar they're very nice."

"The eventuality of Milliways may be the proof of concept that saves her another thirty or forty Years of fine-tuning."

"She wasn't sure how they'd do with something like this until it happened but then they did good?"

"She wasn't prepping them for this in particular, but more or less, yeah." To Bella: "The Valar are a kind of god the worlds Elves come from have and they're usually very bad at being gods, but Mirelótë explained very patiently to hers how to be good at it and now they are."

"...am I supposed to be patient when I am grown up."

"Nah, you're not an Elf."

"Elves are patient-er and singier and likelier to follow the rules and we don't make bathrooms messy."

"That's a weird set of things to be different."

Shrug. Vroom vroom.

"I wanna meet the other ones of us," Bella says.

So Cam trots her off to find Mirelótë and Miranda.

He and Mirelótë have been advising on recruitment of Elves for interdimensional humanitarian work! There's a lot of interest; acquaintances in Valimar have been messaging them to ask if they can get into the filled-to-capacity classes.

"Hey look. Tiny Mirelótë-lookin' human Bell."

"Awww, hello!"

"Hi! Awww - how old is that for a human -"

"I'm six!"

"Nice to meet you!"

"So who're you?"

"This is my husband Rúmil."