I'm pretty sure.

She's relaxed, talking this out, and now she stretches carefully and settles more comfortably against him.

If there are conditions that'd make it easier, like if he wants me to come talk to him but he won't say anything back, or whatever -

I'll see if I can figure any out. Right now... she considers. Still too much, I think. If I'm putting this together right it's more about them than about you, having you there at all would be too much. Portals should be okay, like that first time - they might not want to be seen, either, depending on what exactly just happened.

Can you tell me anything about that?

She tenses, then intentionally relaxes, sighs. Probably should. It's, um. She makes a face. So, kobolds have a reproductive cycle that follows the seasons. It doesn't matter to anything, but it occurred to me that they'd notice, and that definitely wouldn't be a good surprise. Telling them wasn't very good either, though. And - there's... things I can do about it, to make that not happen, and I thought telling them about that would be enough but it wasn't, they just started trying to find ways for me to not have to. Which was. Very awkward. And I should probably have been more patient with it than I was, but. She sighs.

One of the things that happened during that, that I'm not entirely sure how I should be interpreting, was that they asked if I knew of anything that'd work like that on Eldar.

What do you know about orcs?

...almost nothing?

Orcs are the servants of the Enemy. He bred them from Quendi. From prisoners he takes, specifically.

That is definitely a pained wince.

Well, I can certainly bring the relevant plants for you to try, if you want them.

Spell triggers to get to safety seem strictly more useful. But - yeah, that would be my guess as to why he'd find the topic distressing.

Makes more sense than anything I'd come up with, yeah.

I could speculate more specifically but I think at some point it crosses a line for - privacy reasons or something - 

Yeah, I don't need to know.

Hugs.

After a couple seconds she sighs mournfully and relaxes. Miss my people.

Yeah, I bet. I'm sorry.

Should just - ugh. She snuggles in closer. Shouldn't talk about it, you probably don't want to hear it and I'm sure I'll regret it later anyway if I do.

I doubt I'll mind.

She makes a face.

One of my options is to take something that'll just - permanently make me infertile. And it makes sense, and it'd make everything easier, and it's safer, and I don't want to and I don't know why. And it's frustrating.

That sounds frustrating. If you don't want that option that seems a good reason not to take it.

I know; I'm not going to unless something changes. But I wish I had a better reason.

Okay. The obvious reason is not wanting to cement the unlikelihood of ever seeing someone of your own species again. But it's really not his business.

She hugs him and, after a second, starts singing. Kobold songs aren't much like Quendi ones, but she seems to be trying for a hybrid anyway.

Well, if he can follow along, he can sing along, no matter how strange the style.

He can; kobold songs aren't very complicated, usually. And after a few minutes she brings it to a close and waits for him to pick the next one.