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Bella's house gets done, and she fills it up with things. She experiments with magic, and theorizes when she has more data to work with; when she runs out of her steadily increasing mana supply for a day she studies Quenya. One morning she sits bolt upright in bed, realizes she has not seen a single wheel since she got here, and runs off to Mahtan to explain the concept, which is, it turns out, new.
When Fëanáro is feeling sociable she hangs out with him. He finishes his novel. (In it, the school turns him over to social workers and adopt him out, he escapes his foster family, he encounters a dragon and talks his way past it with stories about Arda, he studies wizardry and is unreasonably effective at it, when the dragon opens a portal to Arda he sneaks through too and the Valar slay the dragon, he fixes his mother with magic, and then he masters planar travel himself and conquers Bella's plane.) He finishes his typewriter, too; Bella's of the opinion that it would have been easier if he made vowels separate instead of consonant-hats, but it works okay like so. She acquires one when there is more than one, and learns to type, because crystal balls are a long time coming.
She has made some progress, though. She finds the common thread in dud combinations that produced an aura, and successfully decomposes all her original spells into pieces and begins to make new combinations. Most of these are trivial like the increased character limit arcane mark. Reverse-engineering her undead-damaging spell, though, gets her (small) arcane healing well in advance of when she was expecting to have that down. So anybody who lives on her block and cuts themselves cooking breakfast can knock on her door - or that of anybody who's getting the spells as she turns them out - and get that seen to without bothering a Maia.
Once a month she sees Miriel. Bella doesn't have any ideas that land any better than "forget you forgot something". But forgetting the contents of that foolish, foolish oath is at least a holding pattern that lets Miriel pretty much live her life, so, therapeutic success? ...Bella makes sure to remind Fëanáro that he is very adorable and lovable and adored and loved.
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subtly_artistic
"No, lots of things are also boring. All people are less interesting than the most interesting things."
"You make some interesting things. It's not that you don't create any interest in the world."
"How do I practice at perspective-taking?"
"I want to do Mahtan."
subtly_artistic
"...Okay, why not. So when you wrote stories before the main character was you and you were able to put in lots of detail about what was going on in story-you's head. What if you were writing a book about Mahtan?"
"He has three children who are very close together, only six years apart between the oldest two and then eight for the next one. Maybe he's tired all the time; I would be."
subtly_artistic
"Could be; are you only guessing that because you would be if you had three closely-spaced children?"
"I guess. Children are tiring for their parents. At least I am, and there's only ever going to be one of me."
"I don't know anything else about him."
subtly_artistic
"...Then he is not particularly good practice for this exercise, is he?"
"I know as much about him as I know about most people, it's just that I don't know many things about people. You?"
subtly_artistic
"Sure, I'll even be able to confirm or deny guesses without just making more guesses."
"I don't know what I want to know about you."
"You pretty much make sense. Except when you're scared and then I get why even though it's not what I'd feel."
"You're from a scary world where Kings can have you killed and dragons can eat you and the Valar might squish you if you're rude. So part of you thinks you're still there."
subtly_artistic
"I don't think I'm there," she says. "I think, that's how things work. That's just how it is when there are kings and gods around. It'd take you a long time to get used to a world where things fell up."
"Lots of people aren't used to Valinor. My father thinks it's just how things work that if someone leaves the room alone they're dead now. Rúmil thinks lots of scary things though he mostly acts normal because he has lots he wants to do and can't stop to wonder at everything falling up."
"You didn't?"