Their floor. The wings can come back out now, he likes those wings.

"You know, I liked small spaces a lot better when I was human," she says, stretching them.

"Tirion wasn't built for daeva per se but it didn't have anything that narrow. Elves deal with claustrophobia badly. Thus all the giant stunningly pretty starships."

"I'm very fond of your giant stunningly pretty starships."

"Without daeva they'd be totally impossible. You have to assemble them in orbit, the fuel costs are astronomical, and - well, we ended up getting very good at summoning, instead, bit easier -"

"I'm certainly glad of it."

"Us too. Glad you were willing to help us, glad after everything Maitimo still thought it was worth the chance -"

"Yeah." She hugs him.

Hugs. Deliciously illegal hugs. With wings.

Winghugs: Are excellent. "Which way was our room again?"

This direction. 

"Bar does good work," she says when she sees it.

"I'm currently Bar's biggest fan, this is - going to make such a difference. Also, the view is fantastic and the squid's lovely."

"I was in this particular instance mostly referring to the view."

"Back on Valinor they said we were called the Eldar because we loved the stars before we knew what they were. Father told me that when I was, like, six, and also told me that it was more impressive and spoke more of your character to love the stars with knowledge than with ignorance, and then he added over osanwë that some things should never be committed to recorded form anywhere but that one of those things was that someday we were headed for the stars."

"Okay, yeah, your dad's amazing."

He positively glows at her. Winghugs, again. "Figuring out how to redirect our backups from Mandos actually only took him a few decades, the hard part was making the mechanism that did it a mind in its own right, intelligent enough that a demon couldn't replicate it - and then making them so pretty that everyone thought their beauty was sufficient reason to care about them -"

"Valar," she says, rolling her eyes. "Not that demonproofing 'em wouldn't be a good idea in any case, but still. Making 'em shouldn't be necessary in the first place."

"Agreed. And now the Enemy has them."

"Thus teaching that making things irreplicable doesn't necessarily make them actually demon-proof," she sighs.

"There is still the melt everything, kill everyone, steal them method."

"Yeah. Ugh."

"We're gonna stop him. And we don't even need the backups now."

"And no one must ever write down how."

"Used to that, don't worry. Nelyo'll design us a nice misinformation campaign once we have him."