They are happy to show her the way out!

And then she's out!

What does out look like?

Out looks like a very very bright, very dazzling, very crowded city square, with twelve streets all coming together in a glorious and very tall and very complicated fountain. There are people everywhere. All of them look like the same sort of people as Fëanáro, and most of them glitter. They glitter with jewelry, with hairpieces, with clothing, with things they are carrying and throwing; the things dangling from their buildings glitter too. 

There are children in the fountain, darting through the streets, everywhere; there are adults around them, hugging, laughing, handing things out to passersby, lying in the bright golden light. 

That is a lot of people. A lot of people. Possibly more people than the kobold has seen in her life to date.

She's going to just... sit. Right. Sitting. Is there a nearby sittable thing? Ground's fine but she'd like to be a little less conspicuous than that if she can.

She's shaking, she notices eventually. That's definitely a thing that's happening right now.

Luckily the people mostly ignore her. Eventually a small child comes running over. "Hi! Are you okay? Can I pet you?"

Kobold status: too overwhelmed for talking, osanwë, or even really pulling her body language together properly. But the kid is comprehensible enough; she grins, pats the bench beside herself, and offers her head for scritching.

Head scritches! This makes other people less curious; clearly someone knows what's going on, so the situation is okay now.

That helps, on top of the scritches themselves. The kobold stops shaking and perks up considerably.

The kid is loyally still scritching, but grabs a candied fruit of some kind from someone walking by and offers her one with the other hand.

Aww. Thank you. She takes the fruit and tries it.

The kid chatters something incomprehensible about the fruit.

Sorry, I don't speak your language yet. This is tasty, though.

A smile. He runs off to get her more foods and comes back with an armful.

This gets a giggle. Is that all supposed to be for me? I don't think I can eat that much; I already had one dinner.

To see what you like!

Oh! Good idea!

And so she samples some things, and is diplomatic about the ones she doesn't like and praises the ones she does.

(She's still kind of wary, under it all. But you'd have to be watching her pretty closely to notice.)

The kid is grinning at her approvingly. The kid's parents come over to ask what's going on, and get an explanation she cannot quite follow but that is obviously to the effect 'aren't they cute I was trying to find which foods they like'.

She grins at the parents and dips her head in a friendly way. Sorry, I don't know your language yet. Your kid, she mimics his body language for a moment, and incidentally sends an osanwë image of him along with it, is very nice.

They smile back at her and bow slightly.

That's kind of weird, the bowing. Maybe it means something different here? But she hasn't seen anyone else doing it...

Well, she keeps smiling, anyway. I should probably get going. Thank you again.

Have a lovely day!

You too!

One of the first things the kobold looked for when she sat, even before she noticed the (now absent) shaking, was a secluded corner where she could teleport in or out without being seen, that she could get to without having to cross the chaos of the square. She goes to it, now, and teleports back up to Fëanáro's hiding place.

He's no longer there.

Well.

The kobold goes back to her hiding place by the dresser, and waits the twenty minutes or so that it takes for her heart rate to return to more-or-less normal.

Then, if he's not back, she goes looking for him, stretching her mage-sense out to teleport five or six rooms at a time, being careful to only teleport to uninhabited ones and doing a quick check of anyone she finds along the way to see if they're the right height and build.

There is someone Fëanáro-sized alone in one of the rooms.