"Anyway," he says, "we'd desperately gathered on the crumbling continent and waited for my father to attempt something impossible again, and then suddenly there was Loki sizzling with Tesseract power and explaining that she'd won the war, was relocating us to a nice planet, and was going to get back all the dead. And then she did. Went home herself, threw a feast in her honor, talked us down from saving the whole galaxy immediately, booked me a honeymoon, and started on her next project.

And you," he says to Feanaro, "Said to your brother 'ruling this planet would be a waste of my time, Father can have the title back and you can have the paperwork', helped us build this city, and then got to work on I think eight different avenues of ending aging everywhere, making a hundred paradises superior to Valinor and getting people there, and possibly evacuating the galaxy if it's ever needed.

What are you two up to?"

So Bella replies with her own history - subtle arts major, subtle arts are this thing, she had a magical accident and landed nearly on top of teeny Fëanáro, got sorta used to Valinor eventually, became a science wizard, discovered the time slide and made necklaces but the Valar broke most of them and she and Fëanáro had to share, invented all these other things, practiced unlicensed therapy because there was no one else available, eventually was kicked back to Materia and kept her head down and finished her degree and got her license and saw patients until her rescue, now they're exploring a science fantasy world which doesn't seem to come with its own magic per se.

"That's lovely," says Maitimo, but a little as if suddenly distracted. "Loki thought I should see a therapist but I've been deflecting her on it; I'm doing my job well, so I have rather little motivation."

"...well, functioning at work is only one reason to want to see one but it's up to you, of course."

"I have a hard time justifying bothering other people for no measurable benefit," he says. "My functioning matters."

"If you don't think there would be a measurable benefit even to you, I can see why you wouldn't invest the time."

"That was carefully phrased," he says with a smile. "I am genuinely undecided but if you want to persuade me it might not help to have any version of my father around - do you want to see the library, Feanaro? - because he likes being supportive by pretending I am not broken and inventing me things to make that more easily done."

"I'm not hugely invested in persuading you, I don't even know what you'd be getting therapy for," Bella says, and she looks to see if Fëanáro will take the library bait.

Fëanáro will take the library bait. They will walk him in the general direction and then he will take off at a run as soon as the library door is pointed at.

"During the time I told Fëanáro that I was indisposed until Loki healed me, I was taken prisoner by the Enemy. I am not sure what I'd be getting therapy for because I have mostly through exhaustive practicing undone the majority of the instincts I came out of the experience with, take drugs for the nightmares, have the panic attacks internally, and don't really mind my new sensibilities about architecture. I like having things around I could jump off if I needed to. I was much worse off before I could teleport but now I mostly feel safe; after a few decades I was able to let people touch me, I really think I came out of it all right."

"...I mean, I can and have treated ex-Enemy-prisoners for panic attacks, there were some even in our Arda era. I can do nightmares too."

"Did they find it helpful?"

"Yeah, I had good reviews. Pity I couldn't count them as clinical practice hours when I went back to school."

"In that case if it's convenient I'd be interested in trying that. Does your world do currency? We can do currency here..."

"My world does currency, so does the one we're living on now but much less - and we can summon stuff from our Valinor as-needed. Don't worry about it."

"All right. If you describe your world to me in enough detail I should be able to visit, this is an interdimensional teleport."

"If by my world you mean the one that would not be an extremely bad idea to visit, uh, what kind of descriptive parameters do you mean?"

"I mean the one where you're staying, though I think I'd be all right in Materia, I - well, I used to have good self-preservation instincts and I am only ambitious when it serves me. And if you can send some images of it, some facts about it - I should ask Loki, she's the one who developed the spell..."

"I definitely cannot guarantee your safety in Materia whatever your self-preservation instincts and ambitious inclinations are like," Bella says firmly. "We're staying here -" Image. "Outside a city that looks like this -" Image.

"That might be enough. I can check." Pop.

And then pop.

"I suppose I should have confirmed we need the same atmosphere and things. But yes, I can find you there."

"I mean, Fëanáro and Rúmil are staying there too, we would have had to go somewhere else if they couldn't breathe."

"Your world's magic seems strictly more flexible and faster than Loki's or ours."

"Wizardry is pretty great especially when you can do science to it!"

"So I'm not at all sure I can pull off whatever you and Fëanáro have. At least until we pick up your magic, but I'll trust that to others, I'm not going to be uniquely good at it."

"We can teach anybody who wants it wizardry. You have to build up your mana reserves to cast much though."

"I can put out an announcement and have some people who are good teachers learn first."