"Preliminary results suggest no. It's possible this is an artifact of the world they've been poking around checking up on - they do weird things with people's souls there - but probably not."

"Materia's magic does resurrection but from Materia's afterlives, and it's inherently expensive and divine magic..."

"Yeah. And Space Elves can be resurrected anywhere but only Space Elves. Or Space Orcs. And so on. Loki's working on a generic."

"I may go contact the Materian versions of Finwë and his family, learn whether there's a me, talk with them about expanding Materia-evacuation to their kingdom."

"Sounds like a good next."

"Do tell me if a route to the rest of the known worlds is found," he says to Bella, and heads off to do this.

"How bad was it."

"Loki fixed it."

And Bells catch up on Bell things.

And after a bit, Loki arrives and swoops Cam up in a hug.

"Tag, I'm it," laughs Cam. "Where are we?"

"Next to Revelation. Hi new Bells!"

"Hi!" Loki found us!

So he comes on over. "Hello, you must be LokI! Rúmil, apparently I do not feature in later-diverging Ardas. Should I fetch Fëanáro too? I wasn't sure how much editing for young ears was going to inconvenience us."

"Uh, he should maybe skip the Space Arda story pending consultation with his own alts on that? Mine should be fine assuming we're clear on 'Enemy: bad' without needing the lurid details."

"I don't think he'll take any persuading on that. ...should we hear Space Arda and then call him, then?"

"Yeah, probably." Loki gives Cam a kiss and a new necklace.

He sighs and murmurs, "Love you," and then he vanishes.

"You will kindly not give him any shit about it," Loki tells Rúmil. "Judge all you want, I don't know how much that'll be, but do not corner him at parties and bring it up or anything. Rest of us can reconstruct his reasoning for you as necessary and don't have the gigantic guilt complex."

"...what happened?"

She brings up illusions of Space Valinor and Space Endorë. "In Space Arda it's all spread out. That's Valinor, that's Endorë. He showed up shortly post-Alqualondë, made them enough ships to get everybody across -"

And she tells the rest of the story in chronological order.

He does not say anything when the story concludes. 

Boots pats T'Mir's knee.

"Mine sets to verse much better."

Fëanáro? Loki's here to tell her story.