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.
In his world babies just appear. In a past life he invented storks to go scoop 'em up. In this life (and before he'd realized the dreams of a past life were that) he landed by magical accident on his Arda, ended up dating the local Maitimo and Findekáno, dreamed back his husband from his first life and went to go find him and got approval not to drop the boyfriends, found out Melkor was smuggling servantmakers and got captured in the war against him and recovered and now governs federated Stork with his husband.
"I think there's a standard set of questions. I can write the network -"
He does that. Cor read about some Bell adventures and thinks he might be one. Midnight thinks so also.
"Why would confirmation that saving the world is a persistent tendency make me love you less?"
Hug. "It sounds like my alts fucked up too."
"I mean, if you're going to deny my humans magical medicine because you don't want those resources anywhere where I command them - execution at least only kills the people you have a grievance with -"
"I understand that. But still."