She rummages around for the slightly edited part of the conversation where Maitimo talked about operating as a unit under his father in a caricature of military discipline, highlights that.
He nods. "Yeah. That he's explained to me before. We tried too, for a while, because Fëanor was supposed to be our King and if there were really a personal sacrifice of ours that could make him a functional one - he could have said 'we're not coming back'. I'd have hated him, but I'd still have believed everything else he said to me."
If she just attempts to swear him to secrecy right now he'll guess, won't he? She flips through what else she has. Angband tactical report; he can have that stuck to some disintegrating paper to keep. Copies of her science lecture to Curufinwë likewise.
"Do you want me to see if I can accelerate the delivery? I suppose there's technically nothing stopping some orcs for taking the horses and cargo over and then going back to your cousins even if I don't have an island ready for them yet."
Flip, flip, flip. "Anything I should tell Círdan when I'm down there?"
She writes that down. "He rules Brithombar, by all accounts he's very friendly, I'm going to ask him if the orcs can go through his region to the uninhabited island. Can you keep a secret?" And if you guess it before saying you can and you will Loki is going to laugh at you and tell you she keeps wanting to flirt with Lúthien.
"Well, it's admirable politics, I can't fault you there."
"Frustrated, a little. Usually I'd rant to Sigyn but Sigyn isn't here."
Loki laughs. "Well, I don't want you to draw excess conclusions, because in other realms people do not get married by accident or by any mechanism at all other than deciding to do so, then having a party about and some formal record of that decision! And we were neither of us full of particularly romantic feelings, nor monogamous, nor making plans for the future. But we are friends, and Asgard has surpassed its accidental children problem and we took advantage of that, yes."
"It's looking like it. Monogamous permanent-soul-graft-marriage Quendi everywhere I go. In a couple of weeks this will be my longest dry spell since I abruptly discovered the appeal of boys."