He is sitting where she left him, frowning at his illusion spellchart. 

She goes back to snuggling him.

These people are weird. 

It does not take very long for more of them to arrive. Blue hair and green hair and more grey - they don't all fit into the apartment, some of them wait outside. Some of them have private thoughts a little bit figured out; some of them don't. 

"Fëanáro?"

"Yes."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Aitim."

Pelape-cling. "Hi."

"Pelape mentioned that you were maybe looking for help rescuing your friend from another planet."

"Materia. It eats people. For hubris. It's terrible."

"It sounds terrible! And you invented a spell to go there, all by yourself?"

" - well, taking anybody else wouldn't have been less hubris and also they would all have stopped me."

"Well, we're not going to stop you, but it seems like maybe if you taught the spell to someone very boring, and they went instead of you, they would have a better shot at rescuing Bella."

" - they would have to be good at magic."

"Boring and good at learning magic. If you think this is a good plan I will start looking."

Tiny alien looks uncertainly at Pelape.

"Makes sense to me. If ''boring' is really the thing, I'm sure there's clever people who'd bore me to tears but are ambitious or scientifically minded."

"I think it's - " snuggle. "When Bella first came she was very small. Ambitious would be bad. Scientifically minded would be bad but not because of the hubris thing because of the science thing."

"Yes, but you need both not-ambitious and not-sciencey. I'm thinking yellow, but maybe I'm stereotyping."

"The hair-color thing is stupid," he tells the blue-haired person.

"How does your world do specialization?"

"Everybody just does whatever they want."

"Does that make them happy?"

"Yeah."

"Then it seems good to me."

 - suspicious and confused glance at Pelape!