The tension over making plans for confronting Our Evil Trespasser, as well as the publicity keeping my Pocket Realm afloat with its young charge, has made me weary indeed. And Halfast must be off at the Grey Havens by now. And I cannot imagine how worn a'maelamin must have been after duplicating part of our smial in his own Realm for a safe escape as well as attuning himself to all our energies, so he can see to all of our safety, and making weaponry for everyone. Of course, he has much experience in this kind of work, always having known he is a Muse, something I am just beginning to learn. Everyone elseseemsto beadjustingjustfinenow. So a'maelamin and I decided to spend the weekend recovering in the Pantry Smial. Just snuggling and delighting each other in our own way.