This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
Here goes nothing.
Gently gently gently pinch closed the links between this and that, and that and the other thing, and thus and such, careful careful light-touched tweaks that'll form back into shape if he so much as sneezes - but just for now, just for the next little while, sudden movements or somebody tapping him on the shoulder or hugging his brothers will not hook up to anything dark and evil in the other neighborhoods of his mind -
It takes her four hours, he has a lot of these.
"All done."
"You're more likely to notice any such than I am with this light an application. I didn't see any cascades and I do not think I slipped, but if something propagates less immediately you'll see a symptom."
And he goes and gives Fëanáro a hug and promises therapy is going very well and Bella's lovely.
I want to fly, actually. It's isolated enough here that nobody'll see, right?
I missed you too.
Fëanáro thinks you had a secret rescue plan.
Of course. I should in hindsight have told him to deter him from trying himself but he was in the habit of screaming uncomfortable truths at everyone in the vicinity and I wasn't sure what'd happen if he happened to scream that one at the Valar but at best they might have made interdimensional magic stop working.
I keep telling him I'm not infallible and it doesn't go anywhere.