"If he's willing to risk it we wouldn't stop him!"

"It honestly does sound like our Valar are different."

"I hope so."

"Are you planning to check somehow?"

"Maybe. From farther away."

"Like a dimension away."

Nod.

"Okay."

Shuttle shuttle.

Shuttle lands! The city is even prettier up close.

And Ambela and her husband can lead their alts and the smol invisibly through the city to Fëanáro's.

It's clearly older than most of the city around it and a little out of the way. It's quiet.

Knock knock.

Door opens! No one is on the other side.

She shows them in and shows them where stuff is and demonstrates the plumbing and kitchen appliances and tells them where not to go when the residents are busy. "Do you need anything?"

"I don't think so. Thank you very much."

"All right - we have an apartment two blocks over, that way," point, "that we stay in when we're in Tirion, third floor in the blue building if you need us."

"Can we osanwë you?"

"...without chips?"

"...I'm still not clear on what chips are or what they do but if they're needed for osanwë we definitely have them..."

"They're how we do it - Ainur don't have chips though, and can osanwë just fine. Try it?"

Hello?

Hello! Yes, feel free to osanwë me if something comes up.

Thanks!

And off they go.

And they settle in, not entirely comfortably, and - "Okay. What do we want to do first?"