She climbs a tree and takes a nap in it.

The trees are really not optimized for nap comfort but are certainly sturdy enough to hold her weight.

It'll do.

She wakes up around dawn and climbs down and sings more.

Some people loiter nearby to listen to her singing.

That's fine!

And she monitors magic on her person.

There is an attempt to cold.

No thanks.

The attempt subsides.

Good.

Singing, singing. She can sing while notetaking on her notetaking gadget.

Illia eventually shows up. 

"Wow," she says of the singing.

"I'm not a particularly gifted singer for an Elf, but it seems less of a standard pastime here."

"Most of us are not that good at it."

"You're all very young, I don't know enough to rule out sheer practice effects."

"True! I feel a bit better about my singing voice now."

"Is it time to go meet your father?"

"Unless it's a bad time for some reason!"

"Now is fine!" She stands up.

"Cool." 

She leads her to another building where there is a higher concentration of science things.

Follow follow.

And in one of the labs there is a cheerful man with short brown hair. "Hello! You must be Mirelote. I'm Karole Zavier."

"Pleased to meet you."

"The girls have told me quite a bit about you."

"What are the highlights?"

"Alien, impressively fast at language learning, impressive mental resistance..."

"I don't have a confirmation of that last, only a suspicion."