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.
And Idaia can practice that between other things until she's out of mana for the day.
"Your mana capacity'll go up as you practice, and you recharge with sleep or with lounging around not doing much."
"Fortunately, I don't have Feanaro's sleep-avoidance problems."
"I hope mine are--as okay as they can be, given the circumstances."
"I know there's no point in worrying when I don't have any idea yet--but--"
"I want to go home and I know perfectly well that I never ever can," she says in a small voice.
"They made the place and still don't get what taking it from people means."
"It's not even Valinor that I miss so much, it's just--I was happy there but people were already trying to leave when I got there, I would have gone happily too if I could have just--made it there, still had my family whole and happy--"