She sticks her tongue out at him and then promptly hugs someone else in such a way that she can't see any faces he makes back.

That's a shame because he's smiling adoringly at the back of her head.

Inias laughs softly.

And everyone has a lovely reunion.

Very much so.

"Do you know when the miscellaneous news stories are going out?"

"Next couple days."

"Okay. Um, is there anything I should avoid doing in that time so it doesn't break prematurely?"

"All handled, don't worry."

"Okay, good.

...I wonder how people are going to take everything."

"Probably with endless gossip and children everywhere dreaming they'll remember they're a princess."

"...Yeah. Although, I mean, people did know Idaia had to exist, even if they knew literally nothing about her besides that your brother had a dead wife..."

"True, but there are other ancient Elves with dead mortal spouses."

"Yeah, true. ...We don't actually know what happened to us or why or whether it could happen again."

"We don't. I will not assume that everyone clambering to prove themselves a dead Elf-spouse is a faker."

"Idaia said that Tyelcormo said that he'd wished there had been more information available about us so we were better able to confirm the dreams."

"On the other hand, that'd rather enable Elf-spouse fakers."

"It's a bit of a conundrum, yeah."

"Knowledge of you two should prompt others to come forward."

"Yeah. ...Probably Tyelcormo could have told that Idaia was alive if he had checked, right?"

"Probably. I can suggest people check but - it'd be painful."

"They wouldn't have to check more than once every few decades, but yeah."

Nod. "It will probably occur to people without anyone suggesting it."

"Yeah.

And even if Idaia and I are special snowflakes maybe we can fix that."

"Indeed."

"I hope so. ...It would probably have unwanted social consequences to dramatically prioritize dead human spouses of ancient Elves."