It's Addy who tells her, uncharacteristically grave, after Bella makes the announcement that Aurum will be isolated until Elspeth finds a door. Elspeth rescheduled an appointment with Addy to go offworld.
And now Elspeth is not going to find them a door, because Elspeth is gone, might well stay gone till Jane is fixed, because time is only synced up due to Jane. And Bella cannot fix Jane. Elspeth might find a door after fifty years have gone by in Aurum.
Bella makes the revised announcement by brainphone to everyone except Jake.
Jake she tells in person. Jake she clutches by the shoulders while he sobs and shakes. Jake she offers to put to sleep so Elspeth will not come home to find him having done something regrettable. Because she will, eventually, come home. Jake she tucks into bed like she's his mother and sends into dreamless nothing so he doesn't have to suffer however long his imprint will be vanished where he cannot follow.
And then she goes to Edward and, because she is a vampire, she does not cry, but she does sob.
"Her Majesty'll cope. She'll be in a lousy mood but she'll cope. We're probably not embarking on any ambitious projects for the time being, we'll just hum along. Jacob, on the other hand - I hope she has him handled somehow or Her Highness comes home to a dead wolf."
"Elsie's Downside," the Joker points out. "If he gets dead he'll probably see her before the rest of us."
"Possibly unimprinted," Nathan points out. "Probably not a wolf anymore. It'd wreck the pack and be all kinds of complicated to fix. Besides, Jane's offline; unless Elspeth expects Jake to off himself she won't know to look."
He inquires.
"Yep," he says, "and wow, she's snippy, I wouldn't try anything resembling humor with her till Elsie's back or -" He tilts his head, tries a long time horizon. "Shit, eleven years. I think..." He tries a few more timer checks. "I think we're looking at eleven years no princess."
He gives his sweetheart a kiss.
Kiss.
"Gotcha. Not that I mind a little snarling, but I don't think I'd improve her mood any."
The Joker also suspects that it may soon be minting time.
After about a week and a half, there is a knock on their door while they are supplying Kerron with breakfast.
Little Henry is close at her heels, his hand in his mother's.
"She doing okay?" he asks.
"Not great," says Rosalie. She takes the bag, lifts up Henry and sets him on her hip. "She's competent as ever, but she's taking more personal time by a factor of about twenty, delegating more, brainstorming less. She knows Elspeth's alive, so it's not as bad as I've heard she was when she thought Edward was dead."
"Sorry to hear it," he says. "Best I can probably do for her is stay out of her way, so—" he shrugs; gestures to the bag of coins.
"Yeah, she's basically only talking to her favorite handful of people," sighs Rosalie. "I'll probably be by again in a week or two."
Rosalie waves, and lets herself out, taking coins and child with her.