So he does that. Is the not-idiot kobold around?

Both kobolds are holed up in the original's room; the new one appears to be unconscious.

Well, he probably shouldn't interrupt if they're working on healing and stuff. He tries to remember if any of the books have anything useful. Couple might. Hey, he says to the first kobold - kobolds really need names if there are gonna be several - kid gonna be okay?

Maybe. Their arm's a mess and I'm not sure what falling in the lake is going to do to it, but I think if they make it through the next couple days they'll be okay eventually. Theft gone wrong, or did you have an adventure?

They stole something, yeah. I don't suppose it survived the lake and I can give it back to its owner? 

Nope, they must've dropped it or something.

I've got books on healing if you want me to go fetch someone who can read them.

That's probably not urgent, but it's a good idea.

So when he pops on back he says to Nidela they might want those healing books to help the idiot kobold.

Sure, I can get started on those as soon as there's someone to work with me on it.

Bet I can find a healer who's free and needs to learn anyway.

Sounds good.

He does find this. He introduces them.

And they get to work; after consulting with the kobold they start with the one on infections and how to treat them.

He's not much use here so he leaves.

The suite is still empty. Someone brings dinner at the usual time; he's been warned that Tyelkormo is a mage of unknown capability, but isn't too worried about that.

The other Quendi return a little while later, led by Imòla rather than the usual guides; the elf is outwardly composed, but anxious, worried that the events of the morning are going to compromise his ability to do what the gods have asked, and that trying to find a solution to that problem are going to put him in conflict with his guests.

"Tyelkormo, good, I'm glad you're still here." He sits carefully on one of the chairs. "Would you mind telling me about what happened this morning? I've heard the guards' side of it, but I'd like to hear yours, too." Perhaps the Elda already has an idea of how it might best be handled?

"My gods do not allow us to kill prisoners, or stand witness to the killing of prisoners. Therefore when a prisoner was about to be killed I sent him instead to the land of the gods, where they will judge him as they see fit. I did not mean to make your life here more difficult. Sorry."

He nods - that one is going to be an extremely hard sell if they ask it of them, but he'll handle that if and when it comes up, hopefully when there isn't someone in the hospital possibly about to lose an arm to a kobold bite. "And the way you sent the kobold - is that magic of the type we're used to, or something different?" Talking to animals isn't something magic can do; he asked the mages about that shortly after hearing that Tyelkormo could do it. But teleportation is, at least in theory, and that's the rumor that's going around, and if it's true, that's a problem.

"I can't say. In Valinor there was no distinction between magic and gifts of the gods."

He frowns thoughtfully. "Are there limitations to it?"

"All I can do is teleport a willing person to the gardens of the gods."

Imòla relaxes considerably. "That is very different from the magic we're used to, thank you. I'll let everyone know they have nothing to worry about."

"I'm glad I could help! And sorry for scaring you."

"It's fine. Has the rest of your stay been enjoyable? Is your companion recovering well?"

"It's been lovely. I think she meant to ask you whether there were things we could do while here to help you carry out the will of the gods better."