Findekano this is not the time.
Forgive me for not taking your word for it, but last time I just wholeheartedly trusted you thirty thousand people ended up dead.
Do you want a Silmaril in orbit around Valinor when we leave or not because this is how you get not and I can explain later why.
How hard is 'I don't take your word as law anymore' to understand?
To Cam it just looks like they are glaring at each other. And then the newcomers arrive. "Cam," Maitimo says wearily, "this is my cousin Findekano. Findekano, Cam made the ships."
"I gathered that."
"I tried to find you with the full explanation but you weren't around so I gave it to Turukano."
"Same kind of full explanation you presumably gave Cam?"
"Cam can read the internet," he says, "I couldn't keep anything from him if I wanted to."
"It's a big internet."
"I started with everything about the war, seemed like a reasonable first priority. Findekano, the ships are yours. I'm not trying to-"
"What was the second priority?"
"Does that work?"
"We had not actually spent all that much time together."
Findekano glances between them. "Really."
"Jealous?" says Maitimo's brother bitingly.
And at that the two guards with Findekano actually have to stop him from lunging forward, and Maitimo turns with cold fury on his brother - "that was an insult to me and our guest."
"Didn't mean it as one."
"I'd take it as a personal favor if you'd constrain yourself to true insults about my cousin's character, there are certainly enough of them."
"That was out of line," Maitimo's brother says peaceably, "sorry."
"Let go of me," Findekano says, and the guards do.