The Valar announce that they've done as much as they can in Singularity (they can't bring back peoples' babies in that critical period either, but they can get them earlier versions) and are setting up portals between there and Sanity as soon as they are confident they've cleaned up the plague. A bunch of Elf architects have this wild idea for a fivedimensional city where alternating intersections are interdimensional portals between various Valinors and they get eagerly to setting it up.
"Timothy should probably be stashed in the room in the palace that was offered but then I can come back if you like."
Cam shuttles Timothy back and kisses him goodnight when nobody's looking and tucks him in and then goes back to swig coffee and chat with Fëanárë.
He can dig up documentation for them, carefully snip out the names, and hand it over. Tour of the city sounds fun.
It is of course a charming city, on the verge of the transition from horsedrawn carriages to electric-powered ones. It has trolleys. They're very pretty trolleys. It has tall buildings but no elevators yet, which rather constrains how tall; one street has electric streetlamps and everyone's very excited about that.
"It's lovely. Was there anything else you wanted to see -"
"Yeah. Happy and marginally more liberal, and maybe they'll think of a solution to getting more places that way."
"You know what we'll eventually need to know, we'll need to know if otherwise live circles for people currently on summonses sync time. That'll allow us to scale up past the population of summons-refusing daeva."
"To alts? Don't think so - it's a leap, without any reason to think of it...and they have a close-enough hypothesis to squeeze things into, but maybe..."
"I will be a little disappointed if she figures it out and we aren't there to have faces made at us!"
"We could go back and tell her we're going to sleep somewhere we don't need a palace in between us for propriety and drop hints until she pieces it together."
"Not with any grace but I could probably successfully get the information across." Palace-wards.
"I could help you translate but I think my delivery would lack the correct delicate balance of hinting."