He finishes introducing himself to people. 

"Do you want to go interview medical angels, there's a list -"

"Love to, how many -"

"There're sixty-two prisoners. - also, am I bad at relationships in full generality or just when I don't give myself any coping time -"

"The latter."

"How long did you in fact need -"

"Hour and a half? But it really wouldn't have been defensible to take it sooner."

"I'm glad it's over."

"Yes. Cam, could I have some circles -"

Cam hands him some circles.

And he goes off to interview angels.

Angels appear when summoned in the conventional manner.

And when a group of them are assembled, they and the therapists can take a trip to the Moon to go check up on people suffering from extended Dementor exposure. "Are you going with?"

"Yes, I think so, it sounds like there might be some cultural differences to mediate."

"With the Elves? There will be, but they'll listen to you."

"I regrettably cannot return the - convenience."

"I hadn't pulled it all off when I was coming up on two."

"I'm seventeen."

"I know! That's nearly two of our years."

"Wow. We should be back in a couple hours, feel free to close the door if anything arises that you're not equipped to handle, keep an eye on my little brother because presuming Macalaurë's going to do a performance it'll -"

"Yes, that occurred to me."

"I'm really glad we've got the magic or I'd just feel rather obviated."

"I don't know everyone you know! Yet."

He laughs. "Have you met Miranda? Miranda, Maitimo -"

"Hi!"

"Hi. ...This is weird."