"Zana, stop," says her mother. Karen shakes her head and Zana continues bounding off. "Karen, will you tell me what is going on?"
" - it's complicated. I - worked for a Satanic law firm until last week, and then I interrupted some trafficking of - honestly picture Vulcans, they're not but they're close enough - and I opened up a portal to another dimension, and I think descended into hell and rescued some of the damned, that part's kind of fuzzy. Anyway, the Satanic law firm wants me dead, and as far as I can tell nobody in the other dimension does, so - I'm gonna take them over there so we can all not die."
Her mother stares at her like she has gone completely insane. Which is, you know, valid.
"Karen, are you feeling all right?"
"No," she says, after a moment. "No, I'm not, but I'm - I need to do this, OK? And - I would argue with you about who gets the kids, but y'know, they're gonna come running out the door as soon as their suitcases are packed, and I have a teleporting giant behind me, so I don't really think this is an argument that you're going to win."
Her mother swallows. "Well - where are you taking them - "
"To Vulcan, mom. To, uh, this planet called Valinor full of forests and farms and nice long-lived alien people. It's all right, they'll like it there."
Her mother is trembling. It's really convenient Aulë is right here. She has the sense that she'd be spending a lot more of this argument on defending her sanity if he wasn't.
"When. When will we see you again," asks her mother.
- she doesn't know the answer to that, actually. She looks back at Aulë again.