"Aydanci would have the dream thing too, there's no reason to expect that to work differently, same with the thing where your memories are in a clear chronology. As long as he remains clearly himself and can account for all his time you can verify he has not been harmed."

Kib swallows. He takes another deep breath.

Thank you.

Of course. "Is there a gap in my logic, Kib?"

"If he wouldn't tell me -"

"Aydanci, if you are whisked off to horrible fates or have a nightmare about same or discover that you can't remember last Elenya clearly will you tell Kib?"

"- yes. He'd need to know -"

"So. Teach your husband how you tell if time's been compressed or tampered with. Make him tell you what he dreams about. I will tell the Maitimos to stop having conversations about random things in front of you because it is not exactly the kindest thing that could have happened for you to be able to confirm that Aydanci hasn't been hurt so far but you are definitely not supposed to follow any plot hooks to keep it that way, understand?"

Whimper.

"Do you have all your memories back, Kib?"

"Yeah they sent me to a Lórien awhile ago." He's shivering.

"They obviously want to be able to impersonate Aydanci better, and they're stupid, takes lots of data, so you should be fine for a couple years."

Cling.

"Aydanci, I hope you did not want literally any time to yourself."

"Where else would I want to spend it?"

"I love you, I love you, oh honey I love you so much I missed you so bad but not here please don't be here -"

Wince. "...Within the context of the scenario. If this is Angband, then I would much prefer to be viciously tearing the place down brick by cursed brick so I can introduce Melkor to the concept of what happens to things that seriously hurt you and dare to continue to exist."

Cling. "You would've done it, too."

Hug, hug, hug. "Well, of course."

"We were close. The technobabble was really well-done for once, too, someone must've been very impatient to interrupt it with this instead of just letting the rescue succeed -"

"I really do apologize about our plausibility deficit," Mirelótë says to Findekáno. A flat Arda Lórien can do the memory transfer.

"I have very few quarrels with anyone who killed Melkor and company." I told him to cut it out at least until Kib thinks it's actually him, I think he'll listen. If there were a way to keep him unconscious that'd be nice. 

Doable with potions if they work normally on Elves. Bar will be able to consult on that. "Still, next time it comes up we'll want to refine our introduction."

"Yeah. You could pretend to just be the normal Valar spurred to action, they would probably have gotten around to it eventually, and then give us a couple decades to cool off and then introduce everything else. Humans might need less cooling-off time."

"Probably. I am told human versions of me are more impatient than most of them but even so."