Of all the times to experience deja vu, notifying emergency services about a snake monster before it eats her is an odd one.
He beams down at her. A weed poking out of the street shifts and grows up into a delicate white flower, its crown of long pointed petals echoing the shape and shine of her feathers.
He goes back to his book.
He continues to not be home very much for the rest of that week and into subsequent ones.
And a while later, there he is again, sitting on the palace roof and forming subtle shapes in the clouds.
"Saving up for a house. You? You've been out of the palace a lot recently."
"Oh. I'm mostly listening to the government at this point but I can stop coming by if that's preferable."
"And inconveniently the government operates out of my house. I suppose I could probably figure out a way to guard my wing of the palace against eavesdropping by magic."
"As you like. We do a lot of solid stone construction for soundproofing at home, since Elf hearing is inconvenient for privacy. And we can conduct intraspecies conversations silently."
"A lot of the palace is solid stone, but I like windows I can fly out of. I'll figure out the magic."
The clouds shift so that errant tufts of vapour form the silhouette of a castle, subtle enough that you'd have to be looking closely to see it.