"Probably."

It seems like at this point, the wisest thing might be to sit down with the Valar, discuss some options, and see what information we're still missing - unless there's something you've thought of -

No, I agree. We don't know enough, but I don't think she knows enough, so we need to start conservatively and be able to iterate fast anyway.

Nod. "Thank you so much, 97816. I think at this point we should talk with the Valar about how we might approach this. We'll probably have more questions for you, but they'll come up as we plan. We'll also run our plans by you so that you can spot any flaws. But right now would be a good time for you to take a break and get some rest, or explore the city, or do whatever else you'd like."

The only reason her brain doesn't stall out at we should talk with the Valar is that she has no idea how many Valar there actually are. For all she knows there could be billions, and maybe some of them are the sorts of people who you bug with these sorts of things.

"OK. Thank you. Sorry for dropping all of this on you and thank you for trying to help," she says quietly.

She is - not entirely sure she can figure out how to get anywhere else from this room, she's really actually pretty sure she can't, but that's a dismissal and so she will make herself be dismissed. She stands up and makes her way to the door.

There is someone waiting at the door to show her to a room.

Good, yes, excellent. She can follow this person to a room and hopefully the room will have a closet.

The room does not, actually, have a closet. It does have a balcony, though! And a bathroom with a large tub in addition to a shower. 

Balconies are the exact opposite of what she wants right now, but a bathroom will do. She'll just quietly but sincerely thank the Elf for bringing her here, then hide in the bathroom and curl up in the corner. There, she will go over the entire conversation she just had, consider all of the dumb things she said and the things she should know but doesn't, think about how little she actually knows about the Elves and whether all of this still might just make everything worse, and maybe for a little while she's going to hate herself.

Eventually she might feel OK about leaving the bathroom. Maybe. Not for a couple hours, minimum.

No one bothers her.

Mirelótë says, "So, who's coming with me to prepare a report for the Valar - Fëanáro, were you sitting on any vital linguistic nuances that might affect the quality of our information? I think Moryo should come, since we might need to hire people unless we do just fork Maitimo a trillion times. Even if we do, probably, in a population that size you shouldn't really stake lives on getting along with everyone."

"And it sounds like it'll alarm everyone to see more than one of the same person."

"They might have twinning, but trillions is definitely enough to freak anyone out."

"And Dwarves'll think of some categories of solution faster than we will."

"All right, I'll come."

"I don't think there were any vital nuances - she uses elaborate constructions rather than my name, even though I told it to her, I meant to ask her about it when she seemed a little less stressed -"

"She seems - not disproportionately stressed, but stressed in odd places."

"Mmmhmm. They must have a lot of rules about - which kinds of concerns you're allowed to bring to the attention of other people, and what it means when you do-"

"They need to sleep but she tried not-sleeping to the point of self-injury rather than mentioning that."

"Great."

"How long did it take for that to come out and how much does she sleep when she's doing it enough?"

"Took about twice the length they're supposed to go between sleep, and she's supposed to get five to nine hours in every twenty-four - have you gotten the patch with their time system yet -"

"Yes." Sigh.

"I want to run plans by her once they're more concrete but we can give her a break until then, at least."

"Agreed."