Edie was perusing the latest correspondence from her fork. She still should have been paying enough attention to realize that the door didn't go where it ought before it swung shut and she couldn't sense anyone else anymore, but she wasn't.
After opening and closing the door a couple times to make sure she hadn't just been abducted somehow, she looks around.
"Yeah, I think so.
Carry me? This is--I want to do it but I expect it to--involve a lot of emotional energy."
"Hi! Thank you for helping, Idaia - you should know, the Empress asked for our help looking into what happened to your parents -"
"Apparently a lot of people have been up in arms for an investigation. I said we'd be happy to help them piece together what happened, after the infrastructure and hospitals - we put in infrastructure and hospitals -"
"Quite a lot of them, apparently. I neglected to mention we knew where you were, but they were up in arms about your disappearance too."
Are those tears? Yep, definitely. She hugs her husband tighter. "What do I do to help?"
"Just check that you can get a door, so that we can send Imliss through sufficiently sure we can grab her again."
"Mmkay."
She opens the door. It leads into Imliss's room. She stares at it for a few seconds before saying, "Imliss, could you--"
I want to show you my room, she tells her husband, and I want to grab some of my things we didn't pack up when we left. Old toys to give Artemis, for example.
The door from Milliways is Imliss's closet door, not the door between her room and the rest of the house, so getting to Idaia's room isn't hard.
It's dusty, after six unattended months. Her bookshelves and closet look like someone packed things from them in a hurry, but the rest of the room was left as though she intended to come back any minute.
She looks around and half-collapses on him, sobbing.
Eventually she calms down. I'm glad I get to show you this. It's--I grew up here. I loved this place.
She looks around, and picks up a basket that has dolls in it. Some of them are soft and made of fabric and some of them are wood. She picks out a particularly floppy ragdoll and stares at it.
This is Kalekki. She was my favorite. I want Artemis to have her. I want to tell her the stories I made up about the adventures we would go on when I was little.
I love you so much. I'm so glad I'm carrying your child. I'm so glad she's going to get more than ever dreamed of giving her of my homeland.
Yeah.
She grabs a couple of outfits and a few books and puts them in the basket with the dolls, and says, I think this is everything I need for now. Let's go play doorstop for Imliss.
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