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.
Kib does not really know how to hold a baby. Think this is an interruption-grade visit? he asks Maitimo.
Everyone is extremely charmed by Kib's distaste for babies. They're mostly talking about the restaurants, which are newly off the ground, and attracting lots of attention none of which has yet been disastrous. How long does Kib think they should wait before announcing they are portal aliens who plan on ending death?
Well, 'portal aliens' is gonna come out sooner than later, there's too many ways for people to notice they are alien and portalsome. 'Immortal portal aliens' is probably a good stepping stone, otherwise people are not gonna believe they could get anywhere on ending death.
One thousand. In one thousand years he will look nineteen, then twenty, etcetera. Ten thou would have him looking older than Elves wind up looking.
"Anywhere in there is probably good! I am happy with eighteen but I don't know exactly what I'd look like at twenty-two or whatever, maybe I would have liked that better if I'd decided to wait and see. If anybody comes up with a way to roll my husband back I'm pushing for twenty."
"Yes he was!" says Kib, not looking at Maitimo nervously or otherwise. He osanwës them an image. "That's how old he was when we got married."
"We met because we needed the same sort of books for our ambitious public-good golem projects. Being pretty was just a perk. Especially on his end, he's really not wired to care about how people look that way."
"It's pretty convenient that Elves are all pretty, then, otherwise then where would the ugly ones be?"