Flying is good. Flying clears his head, flying is better than just stepping outside at that inexpressible benefit of "fresh air". People do not tend to bother him when he is flying.
And Iobel sits back down, unaware of how good Elven hearing is, and Cam cannot alert her because he doesn't know the extent to which she might not have wanted Elves to overhear.
Logistics! Whee! It's so convenient that Cam can put all her notes in electronic format so she doesn't have to haul boxes of notebooks in and rummage through them for reference on this and that fact about Marlatia.
Iobel, unfortunately, needs sleep - "Lucky bastard," she tells Cam, who does not - and leaves them with a map and budget reports and similar items to keep them occupied while she goes and does that.
"At some point I want to get summoned by both of Fëanor just for the cheating at languages."
"About what, being a me? Or me being a her? It took some adjusting but on reflection we both like having there be more of us and are looking forward to turning up more."
"Ah. I told her about it and she said 'sounds like you won' and I said 'but it sucked' and she said 'but you won'."
"I don't think I'd describe her as blasé so much as supportive?" Cam volunteers after a moment.
"I have been thinking this whole trip - 'well, if we'd known we were seven years from interdimensional travel' - but of course under the relevant conditions we might not have been -"
"I think I actually agree with your counterpart that you're being unhelpfully hard on yourself," Findekáno says. "...my counterpart said 'oh, hell, of course they did' and then gave me a hug and then asked what Maiar were like, which ones I'd known personally..."
"I'm unsure of my ability to handle a commotion effectively with computer translation if some innocent morning person makes a fuss, and while you could probably pass for human without cutting off any extremities if nobody was expecting any differently you do bear a strong resemblance to members of the royal family," Cam says.
Maitimo sighs. "Well, we will have no choice but to ask the King's permission to spend some time in the gardens or somewhere at some point, but I suppose it needn't be right now." If you think we self-flagellate too much you could stop making comments like that.
Comments like that my counterpart asked me to tell him about the dead? The problem with you is that all your grief is manipulative so you assume everyone's is.
"You should really have a formalized prettiness dosing schedule, it'd be easier to keep track of. I think this is a perfectly nice palace myself."