"Anyway it's not like the gardens have anything to spy on. I think even if you were a spy the gardens should be fine."

"Okay. I'd like to see them if it's all right."

She opens the door. "What if instead of exploring we just go to the gardens."

        "I'll ask."

"You could come along."

       "That's a possibility."

She bounces in place waiting.

       "All right."

"Thanks!"

They can go to the gardens! The gardens are big and contain sculpted humps of mossy plants and unsculpted fields of the same and elaborate combination of colorful flowers. They wind on for miles.

"This is amazing!"

"I thought you'd like it!"

"Are there trees?"

"Yeah, off this way..."

When they find the trees: "Can I climb one?"

She looks at the guards questioningly. One of them shrugs. "Yeah, go for it."

He climbs a tree. He's not very good at it but manages not to fall.

Elsewhere, some people watch. 

"We could take him if you'd rather not deal with it. We have more humans."

"I was aware of this," he says. He's wearing a bulletproof vest and a specially-designed uniform that looks to Fingon like it'd feel like sandpaper, though Fingon has not been permitted within twenty feet of him and so isn't sure. 

He sighs. 

"If you're less functional this way you can abandon the body, no one'll hold it against you. You can say it disintegrated or something."

"I currently have the number of computer copies running that it makes sense to have running; I always do. So it'd only make sense to abandon this body if it's less functional than not existing. I don't think it is. People find my presence reassuring. That's suggestive that it'll be very reassuring indeed once I learn to be more at ease."

"I don't find your presence reassuring."

"Is it the outfit? You keep looking at it. At first I thought you were looking at me but I did catch on eventually."

That shouldn't be reassuring, because it's all a lie and he suspects it's an expensive lie right now. 

It's kind of reassuring anyway, which of course Maedhros would have realized. 

"The outfit isn't helping."

"Oh no! I could take it off."

"Should I leave, we can do the rest of this just fine remotely -"

"Maybe. I'm sorry. I'm trying."

"That's the problem." 

"Then probably you should leave."

He looks at the kid again. "And take him with me, or -"