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.
Cor is doted on and brought presents and encouraged in spellmaking.
"You're astonishingly good at this."
"Have an estimate -"
"May we never again need it!"
"The Valar are dangerous but - not in a way that'd require that, I don't think."
"If we were still there, maybe. Here -" Sigh. "They had better not."
It was such a nightmare. And then followed with the war - I feel vaguely as if I've lived ten whole days that really belonged to me.
When we left, before we got here and realized how bad it'd be. And here, since you killed him.
And he waits for Cor to be ready -
"Take care of your toes."
He is so so loved and adored.