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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
"You just gave that whole really long list. Of things wrong with me."
subtly_artistic
"Oh, I didn't realize you thought he would only have reasons to be proud of you if you were literally perfect."
"There doesn't have to not be a list, it's just that that list is really long."
"Like three? You probably have like three flaws. People still love you."
subtly_artistic
"Three, huh. But flaws can be different sizes and different tractabilities. That seems to matter at least as much as how numerous they are."
"I don't like being around people who think about my flaws a lot. It makes me feel awful and empty."
subtly_artistic
"I only think about them when they seem to be getting in your way, because I don't want things to get in your way."
"Yeah. It doesn't bother me as much when you do it because it seems like you're trying to - show me what I need to get around."
subtly_artistic
"Other people might be trying to do that too and just not be very good at it."
"I don't think they are, though. You like me a lot more than most people like me."
subtly_artistic
"That doesn't mean they're not trying to help, it means they're probably not trying as hard. You could still get some information from them about what you could work on."
"But hearing things that make me bad from people who don't like me really hurts."
He nods fervently. "It's sort of too bad because if no one likes you there's no one you can get advice about being liked from without it hurting really badly."
"You should write a book. Or tell me and then I can write it. About how to be liked."
"Everyone adores you."
subtly_artistic
"I was not particularly adored on my own plane. People usually didn't hate me but I didn't have many friends, or any really close friends, and I had a very ordinary relationship with my parents - so I'm not at all sure this is a skill I have and not just something about how my personality interacts with being here."
"Maybe it's a skill you have in Valinor, but since everyone who'd be reading the book wants to be liked in Valinor, good enough."
subtly_artistic
"It could be a skill I have while being me in Valinor. Teaching other people to be me would be silly. And what I'm trying to walk you through is way too individual to make a good book for general audiences."
"I couldn't be you," he says after a minute.
They're out over the water now. He watches delightedly. "How would I notice the time slipping thing stopping? I want to be able to feel it."