It's my life.

Mmhmm. Didn't argue when you wanted the suicide spell, either. Doesn't mean I'm happy about it.

You don't need to be happy about it. He relaxes slightly.

Yup.

She teleports his soup over and sets the dumplings to cook in hers.

He eats. He hums contentedly.

She does too. She doesn't join in.

And then, looking considerably more relaxed, he curls up to sleep.

She stays up for a while longer, taking care of the first set of pinning path spells and handling some quiet chores around the cave, and then goes to sleep as well.

The following morning proceeds as usual, and when she's settled in to eat her breakfast - you know, asking me to get closer to you is really not fair when you're planning on maybe killing yourself.

I don't prefer you get closer to me, particularly? I prefer that our interactions not be draining for you.

They aren't, I said that, and you still want me to like you.

I apologize. If it'll be easier for you if you dislike me that's perfectly fine.

That's not really the relevant alternative, but okay.

I recognize it'd be better if I could arrange things first so no one grieved but I think I'd find that very hard to do.

Yeah.

Have you considered just not killing yourself, she doesn't say.

He is still looking considerably more relaxed.

Yeah, she's definitely noticed that. She eats without further comment and packs up the Ñolofinwëans' daily egg delivery.

Have a nice day.

You too.

Egg delivery; Fëanorean workshop. Good morning. She's only a little more subdued than usual.

Morning.

Any news on any of the experiments? I actually have a suggestion for one, maybe see if you can figure out a little more about your sun... It's going to be a pretty normal morning if she has anything to say about it.

They are happy to spend the whole morning working.

She gets them to show her a couple examples of magic items from their world; it's straightforward enough to add that to the magic-vision spell, so she does, and offers them an updated but still probably not final version of it. And when it gets close to lunchtime, she asks to be taken to another room to add to the paths.

They can do that.

And then it's lunchtime and she heads home.

He's carving and humming.