No.

I'm sorry.

On the bright side, we're looking up a decent hypnotist so I can dream something dowsing-ish and maybe find the Silmarils.

Good skill. I - wonder how we managed to find two more people who respond to problems the way we do, we got really lucky on that....

What, cope with extreme horror by getting shit done?

By going 'okay the cursed rocks that started the whole mess, we need those, let's find a hypnotist.'

...I mean...we do need them.

I completely agree, obviously. 

Besides, it wasn't the Silmarils that started the whole mess, it was Morgoth.

The Silmarils sure ended it, though. And not in the hoped-for way.

I have elected to blame the Valar and their Doom for that because it benefits my mental health.

Fair.

So how have you been doing?

I have Idaia.

And how has she been doing?

He kisses his wife's head and bounces the question to her.

She relays the euphoria of having him back, the minor-to-moderate breakdown after getting the email, and the current somewhere-in-between.

Hugs. Shall we go somewhere less crowded -

Yeah. Do you have a hotel? I can't stash you in my dorm room.

Yeah. Curvo's place is big enough but he thought we might want privacy.

Yes, well, he knows you.

Or something.

They head to the hotel.

Imliss will drive because she can do that without disobeying laws about how many people are allowed in the driver's seat at once.

Very law-abiding. He snuggles his wife in the backseat.

Well, they're in the middle of a large city, they'd probably get caught.

"It's really good to see you again. I kind of wish I had before we realized."