"Several."

"Can you point me at some people equipped to give an overview?"

The minister of diplomats would be happy to discuss it with him.

Oh good!

And eventually another day has gone by. Days do that.

Very fast, in places other than Valinor. There is a trade agreement and a treaty being drawn up and they are lovely!

And literally everybody assumes that Cir is sneaking to his room at night!

Why would they assume that he has been repeatedly assured that they don't care so if he wanted that why would he even bother with subterfuge why are humans so terrible - is Cir keeping himself occupied, is he happy, does he want anything, does he want to go up to the ship and familiarize himself with computers or anything -

Sometimes foreigners are weird about redmages, especially foreigners with same-sex redmage preferences. The Cefaxi understand - even the Cefaxi who would look down upon same-sex relations not involving a redmage, which is many of them - but it would be par for the course if Maitimo were embarrassed.

"I'm fine but going up to the ship sounds like fun," says Cir. Smiling at him adoringly.

"Great, let's do that." Sigh. Fairy-flight into geosynchronous orbit. It is of course an exceptionally pretty ship.

"So," he says, "one thing you should know is that I have an alt on this ship. An alt is - uh, sometimes worlds have the same people on them, they look alike and think alike except for the differences in circumstances. If you see a person who looks like me check before you hug him or something, it might be Midnight and I doubt the redmagery thing would count us as the same person."

"- Oh. Okay, if I can't tell I'll make sure I ask."

"Thank you. I'm actually going to ask him over here now, he has a magic necklace that improves his memory and I'm curious if it'll do anything for you."

Cir beams at him.

" - does it bother you that everyone thinks -"

"Not on my behalf? I'd tell them they were wrong but they wouldn't believe me."

"Does the thing give you - a clear read on my reasons or just on what I want -"

"It gives me - lots of clues to guess with."

Hug.

And here is another him. This one looks amused. 

"You can stop now, there are no greenmages around."

"You are of course welcome to shut me out." He takes off a necklace and gives it to Bright to hand to his redmage.

He does.

Cir takes it but is delayed in putting it on by squinting confusedly between Maitimos. "...I think I could tell you apart."

"Oh good, that's easier. We should also probably all settle on distinguishing braids."

Cir puts the necklace on. "- whoa."