Yeah. Don't want them to feel like they're being punished for messing up, though. She tugs pensively on the tip of one of her ears.

I think he thinks he's getting information, not messing up. And I think he's right. Wanting to die and not disguising it well isn't a mistake.

It is if something bad happens to you because of it.

I don't know. I think I need to take a day or two and figure out what I actually need right now.

Sounds good.

She snuggles up and thinks.

- I need to start eating normally again. That... I've been doing a lot of things, where, if it was one of them, it'd be fine, if it was two or three of them it'd probably be fine, but I can't do this many. And food's a big deal for me, even if the only thing I was doing was changing my diet around like I've been doing that wouldn't be great for me. So, not that. I'll start eating here.

Okay. Sounds good.

She nods. I'll bring the rest of the stuff from my pantry here later.

...don't think I'm up for dealing with their siblings today. Or, uh. At all. Sigh. If I can figure out how, I should, but I'm not going to think about that right now.

Okay.

She pulls her knees to her chest.

If that's not something you're going to be up for, is there a solution other than having you set up their camp to be safe for Maitimo?

I don't know.

I need to... not be responsible for figuring things out, for a little while. Like, today.

Okay.

I don't think there's anything that can't wait that long.

I am sure there's not. Take a break. I need to work but I can have someone in here to sit and sing with you if you'd like.

Yeah, please. I'll probably be up for doing stuff later, too.

Okay. And he asks whoever's nearby if they'll sit and hold her and sing for a couple hours, and he gets back to work.

And she's sat with and held and sung to. She's not very responsive, exactly, but does hum along a bit, particularly on songs that are familiar by now.

After a couple hours she thanks them and goes to find something for breakfast, and finds a place to sit where she can watch the bustle of the camp as she eats.

They are still singing and camp-assembling.

It's soothing to watch, sort of. Occasionally when it's sufficiently obvious that they need something heavy moved somewhere she reaches out and does that.

And eventually someone brings her lunch (the Noldor don't stop to eat).

She thanks them.

There's a bowl of broth with it. She teleports that to Maitimo before starting to eat.

And they spend the afternoon working as well.

And she goes and works. There's plenty for her to do.

When the sun starts to set she goes and gets something for dinner.

The Elves stop working around sunset, watch, sing, and mill around talking.

It's still overwhelming to be around too many of them at once, but she finds a place to sit that's quiet without being hidden and tries to look approachable.