"Dad never comes to these," Elspeth tells her grandma. "Too many strange Bells. If there were strange Edwards, Mama might have trouble with them too, but there aren't so far. But I can reintroduce you now, if you'd like."
"It's weird that I need to be reintroduced," says Elspeth's grandma. "But okay, let's go for it."
"It's been more than a century for him," Elspeth says, not ungently, "and he barely remembers being human. Most of what I knew about you came from Carlisle."
"- Also," Elspeth says, "he can read minds now; I'm not sure if that came up since you've been awake. Would you rather he not read yours? I don't care, but some people do."
"Well, that depends. If he reads my mind is he going to regret it?"
"Usually he doesn't, but you might be a special case. Why? What are you thinking?"
"Maybe you can convince him to magically remember the first seventeen years of his life," suggests Elspeth. "Mama does hers, now."
"Dad," says Elspeth.
"Hello, Elsie," he says. "...Mother."
"Well, it's nice to see you've done well for yourself."
This is very true. Married to a global empress is a fine place for a child of hers to end up. She's proud.
Elspeth makes to slip out of the room, unless her grandmother would like to stop her.
"I'm happy as long as you're happy, but since you're happy and an emperor I feel like I'm due for a little gloating."
"It still means 'married to an empress'. And a damn good empress at that."
"I believe somebody floated the idea of Bella hiring me as imperial personnel officer. Sounds like a nice job."
"Reasonable. But not the most efficient it could possibly be. I like efficiency," she says.
"It would've been harder to keep a lid on it if it was both of us."
Saving Edward was the priority. Saving herself would have been nice, but was strictly optional.