She gets out of her chair and goes to talk to Chelsa.
Chelsa is with Amdon in their room. She has had Amdon longer than anybody; he doesn't kindle as warm as Corona, but in some ways he's her favorite.
"I thought it would help," exclaims Chelsa. "I can't exactly go find his old friends for him, they aren't here."
"He is a very unusual person," says Aelise. "And he's more or less promised to keep running away as long as you keep interfering with him. It would be inconvenient if that happened."
"...Not even maintenance for the kindling? I won't douse him again, but..."
Chelsa squirms. (Amdon kisses her shoulder and pets her hair.) "It'll burn out so quick if I don't. If this is how he acts when he loves me..."
"I think he is doing his very best not to act like he loves you," says Aelise. "And doing a pretty good job. I'm sure it won't be hard to make sure he avoids you, if you're worried about upsetting behaviour."
She can sense warmth at great range, but only in quantity - world-population quantity. She notices the change when she does morning announcements for billions of people in one go. She can't even feel Corona from two rooms away.
"The point," Aelise reminds her, "is that with him in my pocket, I don't have to worry about how many of your friends I can safely immortalize."
"...Yes. I suppose there's that. It will be very tempting anyway, though - he gets so warm -"
"Don't douse him again," she says, "and try not to kindle him. And I'll keep him away from anyone he doesn't get along with."