He's delighted. He's never met anyone more suited to Tirion; she's so contagiously happy and everyone adores her with all the enthusiasm the Noldor would inevitably have for a beautiful alien girl with a tragic backstory from a distant galaxy and it's so good for her.

And they kiss. In public, even - it's a bit scandalous but he's Macalaurë, he writes the scandals. He books an auditorium for a concert and the forty thousand seats sell out instantly and a few million more people are listening to the livestream and after the concert is over he scoops her up and kisses her with all the cameras flashing and is so terribly terribly pleased. 

!
!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She's not going to kid herself they're there for the music, she's just exotic, but she, Peka Atan, pink hair and all, is exotic, and they want to watch her sing exotic songs, they want it - she flings together a setlist and croons onstage in transports of delight and kisses him with all the fervor there ever was.

They adore her! They envy her! They flood her with fan mail (and offers for voice lessons). There are pictures on the covers of all the tabloids in supermarket aisles! The serious papers run a kissing picture alongside a story about refugee resettlement in Endorë. 

The records sell well and now she has more money than she could spend even if she spent it rather lavishly. She has to pay taxes so other people can get their universal income; the tax form is very short and straightforward.

Eeeeeeheehee~

(She asks Macalaurë who the best voice teacher is?)

He recommends one who lives in a stunning house on some cliffs overlooking the bay, just north of the city. The voice teacher would be delighted to work with her.

YAY

He decides that he is in love with her. He doesn't say so, it clearly being the sort of thing that should wait for a Moment, but he is there for Katin all the time.

It is so nice to have help with Katin! She knows what she's doing from having two younger siblings but did not actually use to get much time with her baby. (She still wants to do most baby things herself. Katin is pretty chill when put down but unless Mama is busy kissing Macalaurë Peka usually wants to be holding her.)

Parents should not be separated from their children ever ever until the children are grown. The terrible world is terrible.

Katin is growing up noticeably slow for a baby of Peka's species.

"I brought the formula from home," Peka mutters one day.

"Mmm?"

"She's supposed to be heavier - she's not losing weight but she's supposed to be past half a nin by now bare minimum -"

" - might she just be growing slower, Valinor slows things down -"

"It slows things down? Things like babies growing?"

"I know Elves grow slower here than Endorë, I never thought whether it was a thing about here or Endorë or would affect people who aren't Elves - I can look it up -

- yes, that'd be it - tenfold -"

"...okay..." Peka does some math. Katin is not scarily underweight. "Okay. Phew."

Hug. "I'm so sorry, I should've thought of that -"

"It's okay, I was just nervous for a minute!" Snuggle lean contented humming. "It's okay if she's a baby longer, I missed her - and I can hold her whenever I want, all the time -"

Snuggle. "You can! I noticed you do!"

"- reds're allowed to touch each other, but - mostly we don't, except incidentally - we get sick more than other castes, more exposure, so - except kids, kids need snuggles, if you have a baby you can just -"

"Oh, Peka -"

"This is also why most of us kink on cuddling. Well, most, I didn't take statistics, all the ones I dated and me."

"Have I been - not especially fair to you -"

"Is that a 'if I say yes you stop cuddling me lest I get turned on' or a 'if I say yes I get to pet your hair'?"

" - second thing -"