"Nor a mechanism for carrying debt?"

Headshake. "People just shouldn't die, that's - the only reason we're bothering you at all -"

"Not the only reason. Very well, if you wish to make me immortal and forestall Governor Riado's attempt to reinstitute slavery or what have you I do not object."

Elf makes a face. "I'd like to do that. Are you willing to come to Valinor - on one of the new ships that haven't had any nasty refugees touch them -"

"If that's a necessary ingredient. I don't require conciliatory adjectives, I know who you're talking about whether you describe them that way or not."

"We're avoiding taking the Valar here again. I can pick a ship with a quick turnaround, you'd be gone twelve days."

"I can arrange that."

"Thank you."

"Of course." Little smile. "Pity you weren't here two years ago."

"We all desperately wish we'd gotten here sooner. Someone in particular?"

"My husband."

"I'm so sorry."

Avalor inclines her head in acknowledgment.

And a trip to Valinor is arranged for her.

What a nice ship.

"I'm sorry it's so small. We have larger ones but they're for refugee transport, at the moment. Your room's on the third floor -"

"The entire ship on which I recently traveled to a moon was the size of this atrium including the fuel storage," says Avalor. "Are you aware of how insulting that apology sounds?"

" - this is small enough that we experience confinement to it as unpleasant, for a trip of this length. Smaller's all right for transit to a moon. Do you not - the refugees don't complain but they have really really low standards -"

"These are not cramped quarters," Avalor says.

" - well, then I'm glad they'll suffice. Uh, 318."

Avalor goes to room 318.

It's also obnoxiously large. One wall is an intricately embroidered tapestry with a scene of two Elf children, silver and black hair, catching sight of Valinor over the curve of some massive floating arcology. Other wall is a landscape picture. There's a computer compatibility port on the desk. There's not a personal swimming pool but there's enough space for one.

Not cramped quarters at all. She inspects the tapestry. She plugs in her computer, the backup one without anything sensitive on it.

Five days later they arrive in the star system; a shuttle that is practically a reasonable size for a shuttle takes them down to the surface.

And where is she to go from here for her medical tourism?