EXACTLY.

Alris having to stop herself from doing the constant checks-and-balances of ‘if we have this we can’t have that’. Bombur finally, tentatively experimenting with recipes that don’t stretch to two+ nights. Ingredients that aren’t sold in bulk, that have only the one use. Clothes that aren’t passed down from parent to older siblings to middle siblings to youngest – everyone with new clothes, new boots, all of their own, at last.  Bought especially for them. That fit.

Everyone who wanted a room of their own – has one. Everyone who desperately wished for a hair-clasp like their friend’s, or paper that wasn’t re-used and erased, or a high-quality tool and not a bargain-basement apprentice-effort, has it. 

Baris can finally attend the music schools her epic talent deserves. And she needn’t look like a pauper when she goes. Bofrur can learn from the best dancers, and he can wear the best dancing shoes when he does so. Alfur can get an apprenticeship at the engineering guild – and he won’t have to go down the mines afterwards to pay for it. Alfris has the time and luxury to build her marvellous palaces in her mind, and never want for paper to draw her designs. Bibur can actually become a goldsmith. He knows, now, what gold is like to hold and work with – and he needn’t give it back at the end of the work week. It’s his. 

I just. I have a lot of feelings about poverty, and the Urs. A lot.