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'."
"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."
"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."