Bella wakes up in the hospital.
She is not critically low on gem clarity, so she has the next two hours to herself to think as long as she doesn't make noise, which she doesn't, and foxes all the monitors attached to her real quick before they beep, which she does; she could go out the window but she has no plans for this loop which require her to skip town. She clicks her heels together and gets into her costume and pulls out a notebook to organize her itinerary.
"I just happen to think in writing," Bella says. "Compensates for me not having that good a memory."
"I wasn't born knowing how to read already but I think I was probably born with a brain that adapted well to it."
"I don't know if it's harder for Elves to learn to read. I don't think we're any different than the Noldor except by culture, and they all do it."
"Maybe it matters if you grow up around people who can read."
"Anyway, I learned to read unusually young and unusually well for a human, to say nothing of how well Elves do it."
'Nother story. Interrupted by an email from the fluffs. They want to know where she's getting all her information and she isn't telling. Back to story.
"Well, at least they're negotiating. And we know more about what's going on than them."
"Yeah, I'm optimistic that this'll pan out even if it takes a couple tries."
"...No? I'm gonna go fix up your world and then I'm gonna harness all my magical power to do cool stuff that's productive instead of antidestructive."
"Well, maybe there are more that need saving, and if there aren't, I dunno, I go use magic to colonize Mars or something."
"For...not getting stuck clinging to what you have and can keep safe. For keeping on reaching for more you can do."
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