"He's you, I'll take your word for it."

He takes Timothy's hand and allows himself to be led away.

"I didn't mean to make the kid cry."

"I know. It's okay. Kids cry over all kinds of stuff - they're hungry, they want their mom, they don't want to clean up their room, they want some other kid's toy - it doesn't mess them up. He'll be fine."

"Okay." Lean.

Lean. Hug. "Timothy's just scared they're gonna kill Cam, he doesn't actually think any of this is your fault. I can tell him to apologize if you want."

"They can't actually, can they?"

"I have no idea what magic gods can do. Holing them worked, so - maybe not? ...they can do, like, memory tampering stuff, so they could probably just erase him..."

Shiver.

"Yeah we should definitely be off in Ireland with the door to Milliways closed while there are any god shenanigans, they sound fucked up."

"Dragons probably don't start crying if you say stuff to them."

"I have never heard of such a thing." Hug.

Snuggle.

"Wanna head out for dragons?"

"Yeah, let's go see the dragons."

So he goes looking around for someone to hold the door. 

Miranda's in her room and willing to relocate.

Then they can head off the grounds again and fly for Ireland!

He doesn't want to ask Cam for the list, so he lets the kid borrow his own computer. The kid can't read. He tries reading it to him and tracing letters as he goes but that doesn't work because they don't share a language. Maitimo is snuggled on his lap frowning at the computer when Cam comes in.

Cam comes down the stairs, observes tiny Maitimo, and turns right around.

...is he mad at me? he says to Timothy, wriggling farther into Timothy's robes.

"No."

How do I fix it?

"Uh. How about you write him a note, are you good enough at writing to do that yet?"