"How exactly would the splitting kill everyone, would that be preventable--we might have a potential way to fork people, if the people are daeva, so we might just need a few competent fairies who wouldn't mind there being more of themselves--"

"You what? And I don't know how it'd kill everyone, just that it definitely sounds like the sort of thing that would..."

"The thing that makes them swear binding promises are chips that back up your brain, daeva can have them, I do, you can't fork a Quendi that way because taking it out kills them but nothing can kill a daeva."

"...okay but also, if the aliens have backups, I'm less worried about the evil demon terrorizing them..."

"Not everyone on Endore is a Quendi."

"What else have they got?"

She conjures minis of representative members of the species on Endore. And a reply to her message, if it exists.

The reply to her message is that it's looking necessary to figure out what's going on on Endorë, they're considering how best to sneak on-planet there.

The sapients on Endorë are Orcs, Elves, Dwarves, and treelike things.

"Quendi," she says, pointing at the elflike thing, "Yrch," pointing at the orc, "and I don't know those two," the dwarf and the tree, "but I'm pretty sure they don't have chips."

"Have you got numbers."

"Not yet, but...do you have a really fine scale here?

"I mean, the cosmopolitan way to do it would be 'everyone counts the same', maybe with some addendum for extinction events being bad and maybe some species find Limbo less tolerable."

"Right, no, I mean, I have an idea of how many people total there are on Endore, so if I made, say 'scale model of all the people of each species, calibrated to weigh a certain amount,' by weighing a single model of a person at that scale I could figure out the population."

"Haven't got a really fine scale but can name you one to make..."

"That works."

So she does.

She makes the things. She weighs the things. She does the math.

"...Few billion each of yrch and quendi. Few hundred million each of the other two."

"I am not trying to be an asshole here but I don't think that's worth exploding the planet for."

"You're not being an asshole," she says. "Assuming that war is in fact the worst he's doing that's not worth exploding the planet for."

"Soooo, get someone on Endore to summon you, figure out if that is in fact the worst he's doing?"

"That'd be one way of getting someone on the planet discretely, I guess."

She jots down further contents-of-conversation under appropriate heading and conjures anything else intended for her.

Nope. There's a war on Endore, that's all they can establish remotely.

Grand.

"Not worth it yet," she concludes. "But it's still--better to have people here who know."

"I'll say."

"We should correspond," she says to Aegnor, "about the situation, since we can. What languages do you know?"