He nods."Shall I walk you out?"

"If you like."

"My day's work is finished." He starts walking. "Usually I'm supposed to be managing morale, but a miraculous recovery will do wonders for that."

"I'd imagine."

"Have a safe and swift trip, Loki Odinsdottir. Keep my relatives away."

They're encamped in the mountains. Findekáno is not in his tent, and not sleeping.

She lands. She offers him the package. "I brought you some things. More forthcoming; I cannot carry horses in the air."

He opens it, leafs through the contents, then securely closes it again. "Thank you. I should take this to my father."

Nod. "And I went to Angband, and was not noticed, but the smoke goes all the way to ground level rather than leaving a clear area as I thought; without turning the lot of it invisible I couldn't see much."

He nods. He does not move.

Well, it might be possible to make this situation worse, so Loki doesn't instantly reverse herself on her agreement not to mention Maitimo's unbroken word. She sits by Findekáno and wonders what to say.

After a while he lets the package fall to the ground. "Macalaurë owes me a harp, too, remind him of that."

"If no harp is forthcoming I will mention it."

"How's my uncle?"

"Well again. Distilling water and making ridiculous Asgardian sentences."

"Don't you need to sleep?"

"I can sit up with you for a while, if it's - helping. I have no appointments in the morning."

And that is an internal wince. "I would not say that there is a sense in which you owe them any specific feelings."

"No. There is an action I owe them, and that is 'don't go running off and try to rescue him', which I'd probably do otherwise. That's about as much as I can do right now."