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The grownups are all very busy, but the children are all bored.
Bored or having nightmares. But Tasárinon was not on a ship and did not see the people dying and has only heard it thirdhand and can't exactly have nightmares about the look in his mother's eyes - well, he probably could, but he hasn't - so he's bored, and he is drawing on the floor. It is an absurdly intricate drawing. He has been embellishing it for three days.
"This has not been my impression of this set, but this is the set who decided to flip off the Valar and come and try to reinforce you guys, so."
"Fair enough. Thank them for me, will you? I'm - very glad someone did. And relieved the Valar let them, truth be told."
"If the Valar didn't let them leave they wouldn't have been here. Or you'd have already fought your way past the Valar and then you'd have a better sense of whether you can go visit Angband safely."
"It was a huge mess but it did not involve me fighting Valar," Cam says, "I probably wouldn't summarize it accurately or charitably, but 'let' is not how I would describe the thing the Valar did."
And they set to work moving their supplies. No one even blinks at Cam; apparently the announcement went over well enough.
"...my medical training is in a species that responds completely differently to medicine but if you need, like, blood for transfusions, or you have amputees, I expect to be able to help there unproblematically?"
"We do have those, but people aren't dying of either problem; perhaps we'll relocate them to a centralized location to save you some time. I am really very reluctant to delay you in figuring out whether to help with the war. We lost fifty thousand people yesterday."
"Fictional deity commonly sworn by in my native language. I'll check for letters once a day," he says, and he takes off and goes for his shuttle.
And the ship would rather go somewhere else and his eyes keep wandering but it's not that hard to correct for and soon he's at the edge.
He hops out.
"Excuse me!" he calls. "I cannot osanwë you because I am not the correct kind of cyborg but I am a visitor from another world and it was suggested I come here!"
And for a minute there's silence, and then a door opens in the very solid very tall concrete wall. There wasn't a visible place for a door. They're now right in front of him.
"Hello? We don't speak any Quenya here..."
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