"That'll be. Nice."

She raises an eyebrow.

"No one had kids during the war. It's just - been a really long time."

"Oh. Yeah. Well. We always wanted them someday, and there isn't a war on now, and...we're planning to wait at least until aging's been fixed, but."

"Yeah, definitely."

"I'm really looking forward to it."

"I guess in a way it's good there wasn't time back in Valinor."

She shudders. "Yes."

"Anyway. It's good to see you alive and well."

"Likewise."

Their visit presents a few days' interruption to the christen-every-room-of-the-house project but it's only a few days, that's the longest Amras can pull off even semi-opacity.

I hope the Silmarils can reverse that, she says when they've left.

"Otherwise we'll have to all pilot robot bodies. Which he might not mind, but I'm fond of this physical one."

"I'm very fond of your physical form too, dear."

"Gonna stay all physical and everything. It's psychological, the fading. There's this pull, but you can ignore it if you really want to."

"And it gets harder?"

Not really. Or maybe, but slowly. You get tireder.

I'm really glad I can help with that.

You're like magic, dear.

Oh, but sweetheart, I am magic. And she conjures a little ball of light to prove it.

I can wait out the whole universe whole and alive, with you here.

'Kay. Dunno if your dad and brothers can, though, so we'd better find at least one Silmaril anyway.

Yeah. It's on Venus.

You mentioned. Sounds annoying but not insurmountable to recover.

And challenges are good for us. I think. They at least used to be.