The Elf is still there! Looking very concerned!

The man goes and pulls his wife out of the clinic. She is also orange and limps.

"...hi. Do you want to, uh, come back to Ambaróna with me and I'll get you both citizenship - and you can have as many children as you want -"

She makes a confused whimpering noise and clings to her husband's arm but nods.

Pop pop pop they're in an absurdly spacious sixteenth-floor studio apartment that looks out on a stunning streetful of Elves. This Elf looks very confused and distressed. "Uh. Here we are. I've got, um, a couple more hours of deliveries, are you going to be okay here until I'm done with work for the day - I'll land outside my apartment and knock, I won't teleport in on you -"

Nod nod.

"There's - food in the kitchen, I think it should all be fine for Amentans, you can have whatever you need, we don't have population controls here - are you okay -"

"Thank you."

"- of course."

Distressed Elf vanishes.

The oranges look around a little in the apartment, politely noninvasive.

It's neat and spacious and has lots of tasteful artwork and an alien piano and a balcony. Their chosen Elf seems to live alone. The kitchen is well-stocked with unfamiliar fruits and vegetables and breads and a plate of cookies.

...they take a little fruit and bread.

They are strange but definitely still fruit and bread.

And then they curl up on the couch and cuddle and calm down.

There's a knock on the door a couple hours later.

Mr. Orange gets it.

It's their Elf. "Hi. I'm done with work. Is it a good time for me to come in?"

"Yes, of course." He steps aside, bows a little.

"...I'm not anybody important. If you were confused about that. I can get you citizenship and the kids won't be a problem but I'm not - uh, if we had a caste system my hair would be purple I think, I do deliveries."

"One kid. She's nineteen," murmurs Mr. Orange.

"- okay. I - Eru." He shakes his head. "Uh, my name is Andúnar, it's very nice to meet you."

"I'm Lynt and she's Vae."

"Do you want to see a doctor about the limp?"

"She is a doctor, it's not something we can fix..."

"We might be able to, though, we have magic."