" - that's awful."

" - it's not great," she says, after spending a few seconds trying to think of how to respond to that. She is not entirely sure whether he's referring to the concept of death or the thing where they get killed off early because that's more efficient, but you know what, both of those kind of suck compared to the alternatives.

"The Valar will fix it.'

"They'll... fix death?"

"Yes! Well, they can't make you wake up in Valinor. But they can probably fix - the thing you're describing."

"...wow. OK. Well. That would be nice?" 

There is no way these people can fix death, she needs to get to a closet so she can cry and think and figure out what is going on. But it's - a good thought.

"I wanted to live far from the Valar because I don't like anyone telling me what to do but they are very good at fixing things."

There's so much encoded in that statement. She doesn't know whether to be afraid of the Valar (the Carthons were trying to fix things too), doesn't know whether even if she should be they're still less scary than the Alteri (the Carthons probably are), doesn't know what rules they'll be living under in Valinor (they can't be so terrible if he's willing to go back with her?), doesn't know how you become the sort of person who can have their own planet when the social web is as small as having only eight ancestors implies (her brain helpfully supplies 'he started his own house!').

"I see," she says, because she cannot for the life of her figure out which of those things she wants to try to figure out.

The shuttle connects with a much larger ship, the largest ship she's ever seen. It contains a pond and a grove of trees and a concert hall and lots and lots of rooms. Someone shows her to hers. Fëanáro does not seem to have noticed she is overwhelmed but the person showing her to her room does. "I expect the King has more questions for you so I'll fetch him tomorrow after breakfast if you like," she says, and then backs out and closes the door and leaves Imrainai alone in a room twice the size of the cliffside one.

"Thank you!" she says brightly.

She looks at her rooms. They're big and empty and foreign and - yep, that's a closet, that is way more what she needs right now. It's honestly kind of big for a closet, but it'll do. She considers taking some blankets off the bed, but then she'd have to make the bed again and she doesn't know if she can do that right, so she just shuts herself in the closet without anything else and strips off her spacesuit and sits in the dark and cries. She's not even completely sure why she's crying, just - just everything is really really high stakes and really important people keep wanting to speak to her and keep offering her blatantly impossible things and she has no idea if she's ever going to get to see her family again and - maybe one of those things is a good enough reason to cry. Maybe.

When she's ready to stop crying she bites her hand and curls up in a ball and goes to sleep in her closet.

This causes the person who comes in to bring her breakfast mild concern, but they leave breakfast and depart without disturbing her.

Aww, if they're going to come in and check on her without knocking then she will have to stop crying in closets and be a responsible grownup all the time. This is kind of terrible, but it's probably a reasonable sacrifice for the sake of negotiating on behalf of all the Liars in the universe.

She eats her food and washes her face off so that probably nobody can tell that she's been crying or sleeping on the floor.

They come back a while later to clear up breakfast. "Did you sleep well? Do you need anything?"

"Yeah, fine! Uh, I've eaten so I think that's all I need. Thank you. It was lovely."

"Of course. Do you know how you'd like to spend your day?"

"I - think I was supposed to answer more language questions, which is fine with me because then I'll be able to say more things?"

"I think the King is very excited to speak with you, but if you wanted to sing or rest or anything he'd wait. I know because I asked him how to say that."

"Oh - uh, it's really fine?" Aaaaaaa Imrainai you need to be a higher-level grownup who doesn't cry in closets.

"Okay. I will be outside, you can get me when you're ready and I'll take you to him."

"All right," she says, because she's ready now but it doesn't seem like it'll help her to insist on that.

Whenever she comes outside the servant will be waiting.

She waits a few minutes to wash her face again and re-braid her hair properly, then comes outside and follows the servant (aaaaaaaaaaaa) to wherever they're going.

He has a whole floor of this ship, apparently, and is spinning on a spinny chair in the middle of it. "Hello 97816! How are you doing?"

- well that's sort of terrifyingly spacious but, y'know, if everyone here is fine with that.

"I'm good! Uh, 'I'm doing well' is technically a better construction than 'I'm good', but a lot of people say the latter anyway."

"You think of such useful things to add about the words you teach me. Thank you. I have a big list today - okay?"