She doesn't look very hard for Fëanoreans, just leaves the bowl of eggs prominently in the usual room she finds them in, and then takes the rest to the Ñolofinwëan camp. She only stays there for a moment, too, and then goes home and starts preparing a pumpkin to make oatmeal in for herself and Findekáno.

Sorry I'm grumpy, I know it bothers you.

It's more that once upon a time it wouldn't have happened because I had more energy for handling interactions. It's a reminder that I'm not fully back to normal, it's not that I find the presence of grumpy people objectionable. Also the thing you're being stubborn about reminds me very much of a mistake my younger self made that hurt him quite a lot, and which I can't tell you about.

I'm pretty sure I wouldn't let you talk me out of this one. I probably am being stubborn, though. She sighs. I don't think it's a mistake, though, or at least not that obviously one. Or rather wasn't, being a kobold among kobolds. I just don't... quite want to admit that that's really over, I guess.

For what it's worth, I don't think the mistake I made was being an Elda among the Eldar. It was - thinking that the better I did at that, the better I was, that I owed it to people, that it wasn't just a way my people were coping but the inherent right way for everyone.

Mm.

This is... some of that? Only some. If I was going to be able to live among kobolds again, I should be one, because that works, it's what people need there. Other people live very different ways and that works fine for them, it's not better or worse exactly - trying to be a tigerperson among kobolds or a kobold among tigerfolk would hurt, but that doesn't mean either one is wrong altogether, just wrong there.

It's understandable to be sad at the thought of not being able to live among kobolds again.

Yeah.

And I don't really have enough, here, to go 'well, I'm doing this other thing instead now'. Like, I'm getting there, but. It's scary to realize I can't go back and don't know what I'm doing going forward.

And I know what I need to do about that but I don't really want to. She sighs.

What do you need to do about that?

Go and meet some more people, figure out how things work here, figure out how I might fit. Or if I might fit.

That makes sense. And you don't want to because you don't want to know yet if you won't fit?

...yeah. What a mess.

There are lots of tribes of Quendi and they're very different from each other, if that helps any. And within a tribe lots of smaller families.

Mm.

I could live someplace else and still help you with the war, I suppose. She sounds dubious.

We'd like to have you. But we're all hurting and probably not at our best as a tribe to make people happy. And you could definitely help either way - you're still going to help us while living with the Nolofinweans, right?

I'm not expecting happiness. It'd be nice, but it's not actually something I need - I think I'd actually have a really hard time with that, trying to live with people who weren't involved with the war and still help with it, and I know which of those is more important to me. (The god-murdering. Definitely the god-murdering.) And of course I'll still help you while I'm living with them.

Okay. 

It's going to work out.

The kobold sees what he's doing there and is amused by it. Yeah.

Now that I can move and do such thrillingly useful things like that, want me to do anything around here while you're gone?

Hm, not especially? ...I've thought a couple times about offering the hosts necklaces or things with spells on them, they'd probably like nicer ones than these, she indicates the ones she's wearing, I could bring you supplies to make something like that if you want.

Sure.

Any particular kind, or just ask your siblings?

They'll know what supplies we can afford.

All right. She checks how the sunrise is progressing. I'll go see if they're around.

Thanks.

And she grins and bows and disappears.

Any brothers around, now?