He lands on her lap! 

That was part of the plan.

He has never encountered a bunk bed before and bumps his head immediately. That was not part of the plan. "Ow Bella Bella Bella ow I'm rescuing you!" he says.

"Mmmrg?"

"Glurp?"

"Ow. I'm rescuing you. We should probably leave before Materia eats us."

"Sofa, you up?"

"Yes."

"There's a one-year-old sitting on my knees talking about - something - in alien, can you hear it -"

"I... heard something..."

Ooooh, what language is that, that's not Pax - why is your ceiling so low -

"- did you hear that?"

"Nnnno?"

- there is somebody on your ceiling? Why is there someone on your ceiling.

"What is going on?"

Sofa hops down to have a look. "...well, uh, I can see him too if that was in doubt..."

Oh. Do you - not remember me?

"...in the sense that I don't have memories of you, not in the sense that I acknowledge having forgotten you."

Oh.

I don't think the Valar did that but maybe they wouldn't have said since I was mad at them anyway.

Now there is a crying tiny child on her lap.

...she hugs him. "What's a Vala?"

"Springing is weird," whispers Sofa. "What if you hug the alien and then it turns out they're allergic what then."

The Valar are the gods of my world. It might also be the gods here who did it I don't know.

"...I don't think we have those."

...are we not in Materia?

"What's a Matelia?"

Apparently the alien in her lap is just going to confusedly cry and cling to her for a minute. 

And then - Pax has an r.

"Anitami doesn't."