There abruptly appears a beautiful woman in beautiful clothes who looks extremely annoyed.
She looks around at her surroundings, and sighs.
"It may, with enough time, be possible to retrieve the dead. It has not been done yet, beyond the very short term, but I have hopes."
"So do I."
"And if there are two worlds, there are probably more."
"I'll let the Valar know to expect, uh, this."
"We should probably bring you in again before fetching them in case they anticipate a problem or can get goodies from Eru for the trip. Another day, maybe. And you should check if you can do magic in Arda it's like this -"
" - oooooh. I should check that I can do it here, first -"
"You probably can, I can, but yes."
He takes off a ring and tries to float it.
Mirelótë hugs him.
Hug. Squeeze. "I'm so glad you're all right and learning magic - and what a good magic system, could almost have been custom-designed for you -"
"I could do without the part where it hurts!"
"I bet someone has blessings to help out in no time."
"The blessings can have warnings on them."
"Thank you for fetching him."
And she sends Rúmil more catchup information on the world.
Which he frowns and nods at.
"It can wait until the inherent mortality stops."
"If details can help Mirelótë will have thought of them."