"If nothing happens you'll be dead in less than a hundred years! And you can get pregnant without meaning to! And you're responsible for saving the universe but you're a tiny child and not ready but no one can do it for you because even your alts who are older have just as many issues, arguably more of them!"

"I'm not a tiny child. If you're going to categorize me as a child I think I am honestly pretty big, as children go. But thanks, that makes me feel better about what kind of metaphorical curve you guys are probably grading me on."

"A medium-sized child, then."

"The only reason my people don't currently think I'm an adult is because there was time dilation stuff that my government isn't aware of."

"I understand," he says earnestly. "But also the baby Feanor was born before you were."

"Oh. I guess that does make his ability to talk somewhat less creepy."

"He speaks unusually well for a child his age," he says, sounding pleased.

"I believe it. 

"Anyway, uh, I'm not, like, a child-child? But I would in general be too young for, like, most elected government offices, I think, if I were home. Just, it turns out almost everybody has a bunch of much worse problems than I do and most of them don't have enough magic to fix them."

"Yeah. You're doing the right thing. I hope anyone would do it in your place. But you're very young to have it all on you."

"I guess so. Can you talk to the people from your world about how I'll probably move them back soon for a while? I can talk to the humans but I think the ex-slaves will probably want some prep time."

"Sure."

"Thank you!" 

And she flies off back to where Imrainai is.

"Hey, uh, working on seeing the Valar. Can you talk to your people about how long they need to prepare? And how many of them want to try asking for immortality?"

She looks up from her poem. "Yeah. I can do that."

"Cool! Thanks."

Then she just needs to ask... all of the other non-elves in her realm. 

She heads over to Hagan's house and knocks on the door.

"Hey!"

"Hi! I'm going to try asking the Valar for immortality and, uh, the thing where elves don't have accidental babies, and it was brought to my attention that I should also ask about this for all of the other humans. I still need to leave someone in the demiplane to keep your world paused, but I can swap people out, I think. Anyway, uh, I was wondering if you or Korva or Cecelia wanted to come with and maybe be made immortal."

"Might piss off Pharasma. I guess there used to be some immortal humans and she didn't specifically go out of her way to murder them that I know of? - Korva! Cecelia!"

She takes a moment and then comes out of her bedroom holding her baby.

"Yes?"

"Her Majesty wants to know if we want to go to the Valar and get made immortal."

"Uh. Might piss off Pharasma? Is this a one-time deal or can we come back to this question later - "

"I have no particular reason to believe that this is the only time you can go to the Valar. Just, like, a convenient time when I'm doing it. And I'm not sure what any of our schedules are going to look like later."

She looks at Hagan. "I... guess I don't have very strong feelings about now or later?"

"Me neither. If it might be Evil I guess I'd sooner wait."

"I don't intuitively see why it would be? Ascending to godhood isn't, and Starfarer's immortal and lawful good. But I'm also not sure I trust the sorting system to be aligned with human sensibilities on weird things."