They can sell some more gems for money for a carriage to Lapis.
And Kib will sit over here with his arms wrapped around his knees, failing repeatedly to read a book and instead staring into space.
It's just like he remembers it. "I might not even have to look him up," he says, glancing around at the buildings, "if he didn't move -"
"...I might get lost, even Aly didn't know the whole city, but osanwë range would cover it - if you want to wait here that's fine."
He sets off into the city, moving slowly, pausing to blink at things every other block.
He peeks at the legend by the door for letter carriers, and it's Aydanci's name, now, all by itself without Aly's above it.
And he knocks.
He looks unaccustomed to smiling, but he attempts one anyway.
"Can I help you?"
"Um. Hello. My name's Akibel Mowar. I have an extremely implausible story and no idea how to start and if you don't believe me it's going to sound like a cruel joke, forgive me if I don't have a very elegant way around any of that please -"
That's when a magpie flies out of the house and lands on Kib's shoulder and starts eating his hair. "Stop that," Kib tells the magpie.
The magpie stops.
"... Go on?" he prompts, hint of a frown around his eyes.
"Um. So a while ago I started having peculiar dreams which stick like memories and all take place before the stork dropped me and - there is no way to gracefully lead up to 'I am Aly reincarnated, but I don't remember everything yet', is there. But I didn't want to - wait until I remembered more, I thought you'd want to know."
"I have Aly's exact personality and am dreaming her life in randomly-ordered chunks and I occasionally refer to her in the first person and I thought you'd want to know."
"... I see," he says, sounding like he doesn't. "And - what parts of her life have you dreamed?"
"Random stuff. I didn't get anything much about you until very recently and then I got engagement and death and wedding in that order all in one night that was fun. Mostly childhood and I did get the eclipse before but only for a few minutes and I didn't put it together, I got enough to be halfway competent at speaking Harthanic which I have never learned this time around, I could probably replicate her scooter design, I know the three questions?"
"And those are?" he murmurs, voice suddenly rather hoarse.
"Not actually something I dreamed first, I had them independently - what do I want, what do I have, how can I best use the latter to get the former."
He opens his mouth, then closes it. He doesn't dare look hopeful, just - vulnerable.
"Could you please tell the magpie on your shoulder to lift a wing?"
"You think it -?" Blink. "Left wing up for a sec," he tells the magpie.
The magpie complies, then refolds its wing.
"That didn't even occur to me. I knew I - I knew she invented storks, I didn't think I'd be able to just yell one down and get it to show me who'd been making the new ones, I was waiting to dream it -"
"I noticed earlier when you said stop. I gave up trying to get him to stop nibbling on my hair years ago."