Ah. She considers this for a few moments. That sounds like the kind of problem I might be unusually good at helping solve, compared to other people here, but it definitely also sounds like one that should be avoided in the first place, if I understand correctly. Okay.

Should it arise I will keep in mind that we can rely on you, he says gravely.

She grins, slightly, wryly, and bows again. Happy to be of service.

Would it be useful for me to show you anything about my magic as it is now?

if you would like to demonstrate the capacity  by which you fear it could be transmitted, I can fix that right now.

Nod. There's two components, the sense - which replaces my usual ones - and then the spell form; if I'm trancing, that activates the sense automatically and allows me to use the form if I want to. If someone touches me, or I touch them, while I'm doing either of those, they get the same ability - a lesser version but I don't have control over what part if I'm not expecting it, in the case of the spell form.

And then she drops into a casting trance, not doing any casting in particular yet, with the sense extending around her a few inches like a bubble.

Hmmm, he says in surprise after a moment. I seem to have acquired the ability to do that myself. Is that what you mean about accidental transmission?

She drops the trance.

...apparently. My world doesn't have anything like osanwë, that might do it.

Okay. Let me see if I can make that stop happening.

Thank you.

And after a minute, can you try a contagious piece of magic again?

She nods and drops back into the trance again. This time, she starts the process of casting a spell that would allow an object to teleport itself, with no passengers, to a specified location; she's very careful not to activate any other parts of the spell form.

I did not automatically acquire that, he says, pleased. I think we succeeded and your magic is not contagious.

She drops the trance again, much less abruptly this time. Thank you.

Do you have an idea of how long the rest of the changes might take?

Possibly quite some time, since it requires consulting with others.

Nod. All right. Fëanáro is apparently impatient for a Quendi, even a young one, but I should be able to handle it, little kobolds are the same way.

I am glad to hear it. He has extraordinary talent and will be a gift to his people.

I hope so. I ...am not sure I should be talking about that with anyone, nevermind. But it seems likely, yes, she ends with a grin.

There is a little bit of confused silence.

I am glad that you came to me, Aule says. May Valinor be a place of joy for you.

She's confused at the confusion, but grins and bows again, thank you; I appreciate the help.

And then she heads back out of the cave.

And the air returns to normal and her guide waves at her. All cleared up?

Yup! I like them, she grins.

Back to the city?

Yes. Aule's wonderful, very creative and curious and suited to the Noldor.

And she takes his hand and they're back inside the city gates. Good listener, too.

Okay, let me see... I need to find a butchery, I need a slightly different diet than Quendi do and they'll have the missing parts; I don't need to find someone to ask about talking to Valar, I want to save the Linguistics Guild trip for sometime when Fëanáro is around but it wouldn't be a bad idea to already know where it is, and I'd like to get some drawing materials and see if anyone's come up with something to help with how bright it is here. Do you have any preference for what we do first?

None at all. We don't have butchers, though, I don't think, not as an occupation... It wouldn't be very much fun or talent...

...huh. I know I've seen meat, where does that come from?