"Neat."

"Thank you."

"Well, it's not like you need my approval, but you're welcome."

She laughs slightly.

The alien is interesting but not infinitely so; discussion shifts to classwork.

Mirelótë is curious what they're learning.

History! Chemistry! Engineering! Physics! Biology! Psychology!

Fascinating.

Mostly these classes in some way relate their subject matter to magic.

Seems efficient.

That is often the point!

Are physics the same here?

As far as she can determine here.

Good.

"That reminds me, we should take you to see Dad," Illia comments. "Probably tomorrow, it's getting lateish."

"All right. The day after tomorrow I'm going to ask Atennesi to bring my husband here if no one has come after me themselves, but tomorrow is open."

"That makes sense. I hope it works."

"I hope so too."

"He's a Great Mage, it probably will."

"The Valar have different but comparable powers and have not followed me. That could be their limited sense of urgency, but it could be that it's very difficult."

"Well. I wish you luck."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After dinner Ambela goes back to the garden.

The sun is setting. The garden is differently pretty in the dark.