It's still in Elfy flavor profiles. Afterwards she says, "I should probably get out of your way, unless you need me for anything else. - Rúmil isn't around, is he, it just occurred to me that he wouldn't have his eyes back - he'd be in Valinor and I probably shouldn't just sail into Valinor and show up at his friends' place and ask where he lives -"

"Lórien healed his physical injuries. Once Melkor is dead I'd be delighted to make that introduction for you but - right now it's probably best not to, yeah. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I have the earcuff so at least I can talk to him, though I'm really getting to understand what he meant when he complained that through Fëanáro's eyes he could mostly only see my chin."

" - awwwwwww."

"This was before the stilts," she clarifies.

"I suppose it would be."

"What time should I check in next and with whom?"

"Maybe give us a day or two to do some planning and figure out what we might need next, and then you can check in with me or Vanyel in a couple of days?"

"Sure. Talk to you then. Thank you so much for dinner and everything."

And she's gone.

All is quiet in her Haven. 

:Everything go smoothly?: Sayshen Mindspeaks to her about five seconds after she's back. :I know you can look after yourself but I was still nervous: 

Everything went fine. I got to meet some of alternate Fëanáro's kids. I still don't know exactly what they're trying but I guess I can be surer they're doing the right thing than they can be of me, so hopefully I'll get briefed after they can be less paranoid.

:Guess that makes sense. Want to see more cute foals?: Cute foals! 

Bella will play with cute foals, and heal people, and see acute Mindhealing patients, and get Rúmil to sing to her over the earcuff, and make sure Ninquë is all right -

- and check in with Vanyel at the appointed time.

:Bella: Even his mindvoice sounds exhausted. :Well, it's over. We won: 

Is everyone okay?

:Almost everyone. It was over pretty fast. We, er. We lost the Maia who was helping us with the weapon: 

A Maia was helping you with a weapon?

:Reckon we can tell you more about the plan now, at least in person - I would've wanted to keep the details from your Leareth at least until pretty recently, but then you seemed very sure of him. Anyway, it got Melkor and all of his Maiar but it also got Olórin, who was channeling energy for it. We're hoping he's not permanently gone. But not sure yet. Also I guess we have some mundane injuries, there was some fighting with the orcs, and we have other rescued prisoners. If you wanted to come do some healing: 

I can - yeah, I can come do that, I -

I know my Olórin -

Vanyel isn't sure what the end of that sentence is. He waits. :I'm sorry: he sends finally. :He knew it was very risky - we did as much shielding as we could but still... We can tell you more once you come across. Um, I don't know if your teleport works if the last place you teleported to in Angband is now buried under rubble...?: 

Can you just show me where you are now?

Yes, of course, he can do that, he keeps forgetting this is higher bandwidth than the communication-spell he's used to. 

They're on a plain with some mountains in the distance, black smoke and ash in the sky above them, at the base of what now looks like an ancient crumbled fortress. The Noldor army is swarming toward the ruins of Angband. 

Coming.

She shows up a minute later after making sure it is known where she's going.

Vanyel is sort of slumped on the ground, looking incredibly tired. There's a weird cube-maze-y metal artifact on the ground, a dozen yards in front of him. It roughly matches the shape of what she saw in his odd shielded bag. 

"Hi Bella - we can bring people who need healing here as we find them -"