She can have a memory necklace. The Fëanors are almost done with an eidetic memory necklace, even. Can she use the same information repeatedly, learn a thousand high-value facts and forget them and then learn them again...

"I can reburn stuff I've burned before, yeah, if I learn it over again."

"So then maybe we should just find you the maximally efficient set of facts for a teleport, have stacks of paper with them written down, so you can learn them off a paper, burn it, and go..."

"Yeah, not a bad plan."

"Demanding of you."

"Yeah, I should probably teach a couple other people how to do the thing so I'm not the only person who can, but the time dilation's mostly friendly and I'm immortal now!"

"Mortality is appalling and I'm very glad you found us. Has Nienna caused any horrible offense while tapping everyone in Beach -"

"Brushed somebody's wing, they freaked out a little, she was more careful after that."

"That could be worse. The GCP is apprised of you guys, now. They're - mostly responsible, I don't think you need to be worried, though if you die they will be in a bit of a panic."

"Well, I don't have to go tempting sharks for my next lunch, so maybe that can be a while off."

"I very much hope so."

They arrange a screen to flash requests at Bar, a demon to do format conversions of the works she produces into something that can be disseminated electronically in Sanity, and a couple hundred thousand Elves with chiplocked computer installations to read, distill, write summaries, and identify worlds in urgent need. 

Niari finds an occasion to take Maitimo up on the invitation to visit.

Cam will have to open the door, since the address she was given was the Forks one.

James and Samuel are playing some kind of modified Quidditch-with-miniatures-as-levitation-practice thing under Fredrick's supervision in a corner (Mingling is watching), Michael is singing with Amriac in his lap, Minor is doing the format conversions and eating nachos, and Timothy is hovering protectively around Cam in case Niari has a comment. It makes for an eclectic little interdimensional bar. 

Niari does, in fact, recognize Cam - and Timothy and Mingling and Minor, for that matter - but doesn't seem to know quite what to say.

"Hello! I'm so glad you could make the time. This is Milliways. The bar does excellent drink recommendations."

"Interesting collection of - personnel?" She squints at Cam. "Is -"

"Oh, my personnel are all back in Tirion, these are mostly students from the wizarding school in Hazel who're waiting while Hazel's paused."

"You warned me there might be unbound daeva but I wasn't expecting this one. Isn't he supposed to be on probation of some sort."

"He is in compliance with all of the terms of his probation."

"But..."

"Shall we head up to my office here?"

"All right."

Office. "Ms. Chua and I agreed upon a means of verification that the five daeva who've been a point of contention are in fact under the bindings described, and agreed that we would have their summoners over to visit as frequently as you might desire to verify that. We have not altered the conditions under which any of them are being held, and I cannot imagine any circumstances under which we would do so. You have my encouragement to request verification of that as often as you might desire it."

"That wasn't what was giving me pause and I think you know that."

"It seemed possible you were worried we had a general habit of being lax about prisoners, and I do want to assure you that we don't. Now, obviously Swan committed no offenses against humans or in your jurisdiction, but given the gravity of the crimes he did commit I think it'd be very reasonable to be angry with us if he had entered your jurisdiction at all after the transfer of custody, which he has not, or been in a position to threaten it, which he has not. You can verify that."