"Do you need me to cleanse your soul gem, or does your invincibility not drain you the same way?"

"It's not something I'm doing, and healing's not that hard."

"Luthien tells me that you can transmit Doriath in the span of a few hours, so I can't imagine you'd need to pack overly much in the way of provisions for such a trip; not with such a short travel time, and no campsites required. Is there anything you would need?"

"I don't know. I have a lot of stuff in my pocket dimension, anyways."

“Unless there’s something else you wished to test, then, I beleive that concludes things here.”

"Right. Head out, then?"

Mablung nods, and heads back out the door. When the door swings shut, the magical items within once more vanish from her senses.

"If you have need of me, and I am in Menegroth, I'll usually be in my house, in the south eastern portion of the caves."

"Alright. Thanks."

"I know you're not supposed to start long trips at the end o the day unless you have to, but I don't really no that much about travelling in general besides that, and even less about how you do it, so I'm not sure what applies. Do you want me to finish showing you around, or?"

She's kind of out of her depth on that score, frankly.

"Alright. Then does tomorrow morning work?"

Luthien hesistates, then nods. “Yes, I can do that.”

"...Do you want to - wait or something?"

"No. That's... not what I want."

"What do you want?"

“I want to help.”

Her mental voice is somewhat firmer now.

"Good. So. Tomorrow, then."

“Right. It’s still a ways off from night; we should go hear Daeron! He’s got a performance this afternoon, he’s the best there is.”

" - I am actually tired and would like some time to myself, but if the performance is in a few hours..."

"He says he doesn't plan to start it for about three hours, so you're good on that score. How private do you need it to be? There's not many places besides your treehouse where nobody can go, but there are plenty of places where most people don't or very few do."

"I'd rather not be disturbed. 'Unlikely' is fine enough."

"There's a few spots nearby that would fit, then."

With this comes a... mental map, of sorts, of this part of Menegroth, with different feelings attached to each one; solitude-and-brooding, relaxation-and-nature-watching, sitting-by-the-brook, plus some vague senses of stuff further out.

Solitude and brooding sounds good; she communicates this.

Luthien leads the way there, to a nook in the trees overlooking a pond. Unlike a normal wooden bench, though, it’s not uncomfortable to sit in even as it looks like a natural confluence of branches.

Sue sits and leans back, curling in on herself a bit. "Thanks."

“You’re welcome.”

Luthien also gives Sue some space; she doesn’t go out of what the Quendi would consider esrshot for her singing, but she does sing more quietly at at a higher key, to the point that she’s inaudible at that distance.