And the Andalites relax.

And he snuggles in next to his alt and says do you want me to teach you wizardry? You're not adjacent so you don't have magic but we can go boop Olórin. Also I can teach you the languages in Hell, I speak some of those, and the way Warp does faster than light because it's different than here...

His alt does not mind this.

And eventually it's morning.

In the morning the Imperatrix Isabella sends a briefing email to a small selection of staff (her PA who will be fielding a broader array of possible appointments now, the person in charge of making sure Andalites and Ristrell don't have to talk to each other, and the liaison to the Earth-dwelling Yeerks), CC's Matirin so he'll know what they've been told, and catches up on peal things from overnight and greetings from her alts. (An indestructibleizing for a trusted troporter has been scheduled for a few hours in the future. It might have to be done twice, because people in that world have this habit of sharing bodies and they're not sure if it'll apply to the person or the body.)

And Matirin teleports on over (he is not going to be seen in public until the war ends, that's the plan) and also checks out the crystal ball and gets his giant document with names and faces of everybody in the multiverse who a Maitimo has interacted with and estimates of resources he can have for his plans.

"Are you ever going to meet so much as one percent of those people?" Butterfly wonders.

<Probably not, but I do not know which one percent.>

"What if somebody thinks it's weird that you recognize them without having been introduced?" she wonders.

<I would say 'hello, Zenith mentioned to me that he had really appreciated your role in paving the road from Erebor to Tumunzahar'. Not 'bwahaha I know your name'.>

"Fair enough."

<Anyway, I do not have a people anymore and it rather fills the void.>

"I'm glad it helps."

<Do you want me to accompany you today?>

"I'd appreciate it. Eidetic memory is so nice, thinking about complicated things goes so much smoother."

<I know! I am very excited about that one. ...I turned down retroactive, I do not think I could cope very well with remembering everything as if it just happened. Once I find a workaround for that, maybe.>

"I'm not finding it difficult to keep my train of thought more under control than that, you could try one of those on for a moment and see if it disagreed with you? How's your family doing?"

<Well. The little child version of my father showed up in the middle of the night and offered to teach my father demonic languages and get anyone any morphs they chose, so they're all racing around trying out being dinosaurs and dragons and things.>

"...are they keeping out of camera range?"

<Yes. Finleran showed them where they could expect privacy.>

"Okay, good. Apparently morph doesn't work in distant worlds; my guess is z-space counts as a dimension or part of this dimension, so Aurum can reach it but nowhere else can."

<That makes sense. Slightly disappointing, but it does make sense.>

"Yep. ...I'll let Boots know where Epic got to in case he didn't mention to her."

<He wanted it known that he filled up all the warehouses in Vanda Nossëo with modified stun-only shredders and bio-filters before he came here to be an Andalite with us.>

"Useful. The shredders in particular, I had a nightmare once about getting the setting wrong."