"We'd appreciate knowing what our options are. We do, in any case, still need to determine whatever it is you plan to do about the broader situation."

Yes. I think that presently waits on 97816's interaction with Eru.

"I see. 97816 is also on the list of affected people."

That is despicable. Do you have recommendations about how to tell her? Would it be better if you did so?

"I expect so. Unless, I suppose, whatever she's doing is the sort of thing that would be negatively affected by having to think about this right this second. I admit I'm not exactly clear on what she's doing, but there are circumstances under which I could imagine a short delay being the right call, depending."

She is going to petition Eru for assistance. 

"Could you please tell me anything about what that means."

Eru is the nearly-omnipotent creator of our world. He sometimes entertains petitions, particularly if he finds them poetically compelling. HIs assistance would enable us to free all of the Liars with vastly reduced casualties.

"...you want her to recite poetry for a god with literally trillions of lives in the balance."

We think Eru is very unlikely to respond in a way that makes things worse.

"That's good, anyway. I... think I wouldn't tell her about the pregnancy until she's done what you need her to do."

I am reluctant to do that, but I can conceive of how it could be best under the circumstances. I'd want to discuss it with some people who understand incarnate species better than I do.

"I wouldn't keep it from her for more than a few weeks. Eventually she'll notice anyway. It just might be best for her to process one very important thing at a time."

Beyond that, her concerns are mostly with resettling the rest of her people and with talking to whoever might need her input into the whole war thing.

She nods.  I can take you all down to solid ground, if you'll find it reassuring.

"We might. I warn you that most of us don't have 97816's tolerance for planetary gravity."

Thank you, yes, she mentioned that. I'll arrange it and arrange to manage that.

"Sounds good."

This person who understands incarnates better than Varda does is herself pregnant at this time. She looks suitably grave about the forced pregnancy business.

I don't know what to do. I tried thinking of things but they all seemed horrible. We need to decide what to tell - or whether to tell - 97816 immediately.

"It's possible Eru would enjoy telling her himself," Mirelótë points out softly. "Or - hinting about it, which he can't do if she knows."

Ah.

Varda buzzes, which all of the Valar learned how to suppress at least a century ago. She stops once she notices it.

"But we can inform her - I like your pregnancy-freezing idea - as soon as she's come back."

Okay. Thank you. Buzz.

He stops by to check how 97816 is doing and let her know that her friends and family have arrived safely.

Imrainai is, like, seventy-five percent sure that she's pregnant. She has decided not to mention this to anyone on the grounds that maybe they won't let her do the thing if they know, and even if they do they might make a big deal about it and then she'll have to deal with that instead of just dealing with composing poetry, and it's actually hard enough just to compose poetry.

"That's great! I'd really like to see them soon, then, but I also think I'm probably ready to compose the poem whenever you think it's a good idea. I don't know when you wanted me to do that."