"Oh, yes, that's useful. You estimate the value of your life in some material denomination, I give you that much stuff or give it to someone to give you, we pick something instantly lethal just in case, you have a heap of stuff that you can give the random cleric who can't guess your name in case that turns out to be expensive - is there any projected issue with this plan contingent on resurrecting your grandmother working as one would hope?"

"I do not know if it will slow you down but I don't expect it to make the situation worse and it might slow you down."

"Is there a path between here and whatever cleric can do the resurrection without opening any doors? Should we have a plan for what to do with the gate after everything's squared away, for example does leafwings over there want to come hang out since being able to guess a bit of her name doesn't seem to be a problem yet?"

Don't say it but how much have you guessed, I don't have a way to check from here.

"One syllable."

That's not enough to get me but it's probably enough for me to get you if I think the wrong thing. It's not a catastrophe, though, it doesn't do anything passively the way his version does. It would stop you from hurting me and mean I could give you orders if I wanted to.

"Do we have somewhere to put her where she won't accidentally hear syllables of names occasionally?"

"It's not our palace. Do you?"

"Maybe she likes where she is."

Beats where I used to be.

"I am not sure I can improve on it."

"Well, she can write me letters now and then. I speak Quenya so you can just use the - a new Quenya mail label without my name in it. Is a nickname too special if no one associates me as an individual with it but the nickname is associated with the unknown identity of whoever did a thing that I did? I can just make something up if that's too entangly."

"It'd be a bit risky since there'd be sudden entanglement if you ever were connected to the famous name."

"Okay. I can plan to check the mail label 'letter to 905624218'."

"What'd you do?"

"Do you have to ask me now? I'd like to describe it in a fun way that might make it too imprecise to be technically accurate."

"I can wait."

"Abadar, if you have some way of being aware of this request despite the speed difference, please restore this dead fairy to life," he says.

She wakes.

"It worked. Do you want to tell her anything?"

She looks very confused and some amount distressed. 

"Uh, hi. We were just testing whether resurrecting fairies works. We're going to get you home in a bit -"

"To her son's court. She's never been here. We can get her back to her old court but it'll take longer."

"Your grandson says 'To her son's court. She's never been here. We can get her back to her old court but it'll take longer.'"

She looks around very confusedly. She doesn't say anything.

"Okay. Uh, we have a proof of concept, then. I guess the next step is to Gate over...and give you stuff and kill you...and then hopefully be slowed back down and arrange you a resurrection?"