"Of course."

"Good."

She loads up Baltimore Rete's version control file so the one currently loose on the Internet can integrate it. She determines that there are no motile Rete chassis left, her suit's gone, Dad's suit is gone, the house in the Rockies is gone, her money is still mostly there held in trust by her dad but she's defaulted on her loans so that took most of it back again... she busies herself with that until she falls asleep too, curled up next to Fëanáro.

He wakes up first. He feels terrible - everything is sore, everything hurts to move, his head is cloudy, the eidetic memory necklace isn't really clearing up the agony and confusion that was the last several months. 

He opens his eyes and looks at the stars. You can see more of them out here. They're beautiful. He should ask Varda why you can't see the stars in Valinor. 

He breathes. 

There's tissue damage from poor circulation, his blood pressure having swung around wildly and his heart having pumped too fast to serve its real purpose. Some of it is starting to repair itself. Lots of it is not. He doesn't expect it'll kill him but he's not sure he could walk unaided. He can turn his nerves off, though. It is probably not a good idea. He does it anyway. 

Not being in pain is an extraordinary sensation. 

He tries revisiting the memories. They're unpleasant, but at least now they're possible to parse. He cringes at the memory of telling Lorica she's not his mother. He regulates his heart rate down to something slow and comforting. He breathes.

"Bauble," says a sleeping Lorica. "Tree."

Snuggle.

"Sofa. Soap. Piping plover. Tangeraaaaaah," she yawns awake.

"Hi."

"Hi. You okay?"

"Don't know enough to guess really. I should maybe read some medical textbooks, figure out how much of the internal damage is recoverable - or we could find a cape who can do it -"

"Maybe Miracle Max'd help. Once things are - cleared up."

"How sure are we that things can be, ah, cleared up."

"...not. I think Dragon can protect us in Canada. Less sure about elsewhere."

"Well. If we've got Dragon we can do the rest ourselves. Take down the Endbringers and the Protectorate if we have to."

"Mm."

"It would be really nice not to have to. - I disabled half my nervous system because everything hurt, I will totally fail to notice if I'm on fire or something. Just so you know."

"Well, uh, don't play with matches. Can you put it back -"

"Yeah. Probably should, just - hurts too much to think clearly."

"Will human painkillers work okay?"

" - probably? I could at least see what they're doing and make them stop if it's something unhelpful."

"Rete, tell Dragon what you've got on his pharmacological reactions, get her to make a drugstore run."

"Yes," says Rete.

"You okay? My memory's really spotty for the last month."

"I'm okay."

"Was thinking I should've just killed myself when it got bad and not put you through - that - but good thing I didn't."

"Yeah. I'm glad you're alive."

"'m tired of being scared."