He's a sweet kid and she should maybe ask if he's okay. But he looks fine.
"Good luck," she says, and disappears in a puff of smoke.
"I'm reluctant to mage anyone new until there's more of a well-understood consensus about when and how to use magic in light of its world-eating properties, except maybe Huan since he'd have such a scouting advantage."
"I haven't been closely corresponding with the colony. It'll probably be like, 'definitely no cooking, some healing spells in case of life- or lifelong-ability-threatening illness that Elf magic can't fix instead, killing gods is okay if it comes up, keep de-oathing to a minimum and find a way to disincentivize swearing stupid shit in order to get de-oathed and have some reliable record of who has been de-oathed'."
"So getting them access to magic songs that do healing is probably a priority."
"Shouldn't be a problem for Elves, although I can't promise the refugees are building very pretty places."
"There are! Rarer than in humans but in wartime not as rare as we'd like. Osanwë helps a lot, you can often borrow someone else's eyes for things."
He frowns in concentration and this is what can be seen through Maitimo's eyes right now.
"More fun outdoors. From the tower I could count the bricks on Angband's walls. When Angband existed."
"It's a hundred miles. Farther and it'd be hard to direct operations without relays and I dislike relays, stuff gets lost along the way."
"Might have been good for our mental health to be farther, though." Sigh. "All over now, everyone's safe."