They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
Tirinquo answers the door and makes a dubious face at the stranger. Rána is curled up in bed behind them, and uncurls when they chirp questioningly at her; she doesn't seem to have been sleeping. Yeah?
No, but I will be. Couple days, I might be able to do things before that but not easily.
I found out why the Dwarves are nervous of you. I don't want to talk about it yet, but, that. She curls up again.
Mmhmm.
Two days later she's up and about again, noticeably more grim than usual and prone to startling, but overall managing okay. Tirinquo insists on following her around, which she doesn't object to; they head to the Ñolofinwëan city after breakfast to check in with Findekáno.
He raises his eyebrows slightly to see two of them. Hi. How are you doing?
Yep. We've got people giving the Dwarves things so they didn't feel abandoned.
It sounds like you did everything you were able to and shouldn't feel sorry about anything.
That gets a grin, if not a very enthusiastic one. I hope I didn't worry them too much.
I found other people who could do most of the things they wanted and I promised you weren't offended with them or anything.