Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
"Those are nice, too. I expect you adore being up to your ears in interdimensional shenanigans?"
"Well, of course. Did you think I would just accept your death meekly as part of some grand design of the universe?" Pause. "I was very angry."
"I should have guessed, really. I consider this a reasonable and proportionate response and feel very avenged and are you adjusted enough that I can kiss you yet."
"Well, I don't consider it proportional, just the best I could accomplish with the resources available. If it were proportional I would have resurrected you immediately, eradicated the Pox, followed by every other disease on the planet. Then, for the crime of briefly inconveniencing you, I would have just gone and solved death entirely for everyone everywhere, so no one would have anyone stolen from them. ... Oh, and yes, you can kiss me now."
Good because that response did not make the need to kiss Aydanci one bit less pressing. Kiss.
Yep. That's a kiss from Aydanci's spouse. Aydanci recognizes it.
They should go inside now. For reasons.
The Elves can have him back later, right now, Aydanci gets Kib all to himself.
It is crowded on this bed but somehow that can be made to work. ...Kib has to warn him about the dreams. "Did I always talk on my sleep?"
"I still do that, random nouns and all, but if I'm having an emotional or, uh, painful, dream, tone of voice changes. I am pretty sure I will wind up going through her entire life exactly once - no repeats so far, no sign of the dreams slowing down - so it doesn't strictly help in the long run to wake me up if I start yelling, but if it bothers you, you can."
"... All right. Do you have an opinion on whether or not I wake you if you're dreaming of unpleasant moments?"
"I don't want to disrupt your sleep or upset you! But I don't think I can avoid them, so getting them over with - and in particular not selectively waking me up only when its those and risking me eventually having no memories to recover except the aborted stuff about the pox so I'm guaranteed a night of that every time I go to sleep - seems best if you can live with it."
"Fair enough. We'll see, I don't think I can predict how I feel until it becomes relevant."
She's scootering to her favorite restaurant -
She can't move her arms anymore, she's letting him feed her broth, it's hard to swallow while lying on her back but he'll get so worried if she doesn't eat -
Aydanci is mercifully asleep. He'd hug Kib if he could, but they'll both have to settle for 'slightly cramped bed' enforced sleep snuggles.