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.
It's okay. Apparently my therapy license is still useful interdimensionally.
It continues to be really awkward to therapize people I have preexisting personal connections with but I will make it work.
Well, it wouldn't be in the official guidelines. But even if alternate universe degrees of remove wiped out all of the problem I am also living in their house and collaborating with them on the application of wizardry to stuff.
Nelyo (it's slightly weird calling him that but it's what everyone else is calling him and, well, he doesn't care) had a time constraint, but yeah, I'd space it out way more for somebody else.
Some jobs are just like that in economies designed around scarcity and stuff - it might not have been the healthiest option but it's not necessarily the case that there were a lot of employment options that would have accomplished whatever he had in mind.
The Valar do not make very much sense.
I kind of regret being too timid to try to get to know them on a more individual basis...
I had a reputation in school for being good at explaining humans to other species and I was too scared and didn't even try -