"You and me both."

"Can I try the magic detection spell that I have to concentrate on? I'm pretty good at concentrating, it's not the same as sitting still."

"Sure. My knife and boots will both show up, and I can try some more safe-combination experiments and you can see if they do anything even if they don't look like they do."

He nods fervently and then tries to learn the spell.

It like the previous is explained from its scroll.

And then Fëanáro can verify that her knife and boots are magic, and is delighted by this but manages not to lose concentration on the spell despite bouncing up and down a lot.

And she casts some more of her experimental combinations of nondamaging spells, quick as she can while he's got the detection going!

Another one that registers with a magical signature! At that he's so delighted he does lose his concentration.

She writes down his results and hugs him.

He seems happy about being hugged for about twenty seconds and then thinks of something else to do and wriggles away.

That's okay.

Rúmil stops by a little later to make sure all is going well and let her know Fëanáro's perched in a tree again, writing.

That seems like a reasonable thing for him to be doing, though she's surprised he doesn't want to go on another outing.

I'm sure he'll decide that he does in a few minutes. He's a bit overwhelmed with all these things he's allowed to be doing.

Awww.

I'm impressed that you're not similarly overwhelmed, really.

I can only do so much magic in a day, and I need to sleep more than he does.

He needs to sleep more than he does.

That too.

Fëanáro comes back in a minute later. "Ready to go out? I'm ready to go out. I want to go to the music hall and listen to a concert and hold all the instruments and then we can finish the shops."

"Sounds like fun."

And out they go.

I want my memories back, Miriel says the minute they see each other.

And it has been a month so you can have them. The possibility was floated that you might want your husband there?