Yggdrasil has fruited.
Neon finds the baby crying in its newly opened pod, protesting the cold air and harsh light. She plucks it from its stem and looks it over carefully. Strong and healthy, ready for placement. She carries it to the Council to report as much.
It is Aether who coos to the baby as he shifts it between the Plane and realspace for the first time, adjusting its swaddling cloth to keep it warm. "You're the cutest little Element, yes you are," he tells it. "Yes you are!"
He leaves the infant in the care of one Mrs. Kyrie, whose residence he invites himself into without knocking. "My partner is handling your patients as we speak," he tells her, "and you should find them cured at your next meeting with them. If there are any issues, you have our contact information."
Before he leaves, Aether bends over the baby one last time and kisses it on the forehead. "I can't wait to see you again in a few years," he tells it.