He's a sweet kid and she should maybe ask if he's okay. But he looks fine.
"Good luck," she says, and disappears in a puff of smoke.
Snuggle. "I love you. I'm - so so happy you found us."
"Two more days. Should've started sooner, sorry. We're running a sort of skeleton operation and I didn't want it running like that for too long if the spell took a while."
"Hopefully he'll just be gone with no chance to retaliate. But if he does - we can at least limit the casualties." Squeeze.
"If you die I will find a world that can fetch you back and make them do it."
A few days later they're evacuated.
And it's over.
He is distracted managing lines of communication for twenty minutes and then he hugs Cor and cries.
Four hundred years - felt like the best we could hope for was to drag it out more, drag it out forever...
I love you.
The composers will struggle to come up with sufficiently exciting titles.
He enjoys his delightful boyfriend. He brings some orcs who he expects to be cooperative once deoathed.
His translator seems to delight in this line of questioning.