I'm guessing you do not want another list of people I think you should get in touch with?

She has to find healers somehow and she did like the Tumunzahar ambassador and have a supposedly treasonous conversation with him but yeah.

All right. 

Findekáno, can you spare an hour from the planning, I need you -

Yeah, of course, he says. Good skill, Elspeth, we're lucky to have met you.

Ick.

You really should have been more discreet, then it'd never have been known to her as something to look out for.

Truth powers! Maitimo grumbles. That's really not fair. Anyway, if she teaches the Dwarves nuclear physics we can trade them for it.

And if her mother shows up?

She seems poised to murder me and try to keep the country together herself. It won't work, but I don't know how to convince her not to try it -

I can swear to kill myself if anyone kills you to try to free me?

Crossed my mind, yeah, but it'll have to wait until Nan Elmoth's taken care of -

It's not as if Maitimo's usually attentive to what Findekáno wants, but with this particular oath he doesn't need to be. Findekáno will be just demanding enough to make Maitimo feel like he's fucking a person, since that's what Maitimo wants - what both of them want - and then he will hand his private thoughts to Maitimo and be as delighted about that as Maitimo is.

Elspeth lets herself out and wanders the halls radiating an interest in meeting healers please.

She is directed down to the palace healers.

Whose state of knowledge she assesses and then she's got several sets of medical school memories buried less deep than most of her payload to translate into local terms and transmit.

They are efficient and friendly and grateful.

And eventually she has to sleep.

Live animals will be brought by for breakfast! The army will be riding out in a few hours to go conquer Nan Elmoth!

Lovely.

She goes back down and dispenses doctoring information.

They're going to have trained doctors heading to all the mortal settlements by the end of the month, at this rate. They're requisitioning materials they'll need by the crateful.

That's good at least.

She listens with half an ear for more Quenya vocabulary and for anything else she might want to know.

They don't talk politics; they mention the King only when they're requisitioning something quite expensive and are expecting to need his approval to handle it. When the impending invasion is discussed it's just to say that the King's consort will do a good job, he always does.

Consort's a nice word for it.

Well, the King is the law. Peculiar tastes but everyone involved seems happy, so who are they to judge?

Oh yeah mind control can be real pleasant Elspeth would know it's so cozy.

It is very understandable for her to feel that way! More doctoring?

Yeah.

After the day's work someone awkwardly catches her eye and smiles at her. King or not, he really shouldn't, should he? Everyone adores him and sometimes you wonder if you're going crazy.

Elspeth doesn't adore him. Not adoring him is not a sign of going crazy.

I had noticed. You've been simmering with it all day. Thank you for helping us with public health initiatives despite not liking the King.

You're welcome.

Do you need a hug or something?