Both girls are in human shape with human senses, and he studied under Orome. If he doesn't want them to know he's there they won't.

He asks Huan what he thinks.

Huan thinks that the Enemy's magic made them werewolves.

They already knew that. 

Ugh.

He steps out from the trees and walks over to Idaia for a hug.

She's exhausted. The adrenaline and triumph that had carried her the last of the way hadn't drained right out of her when she had been informed that they didn't have a good enough way to tell she wasn't a trap, so she couldn't actually come home yet. She's tired emotionally and physically and lifting so much as her arm feels like too much work.

And then he steps out and she's on her feet and her arms are around him as fast as her abused muscles can make it.

Oh, love, I missed you -

She clings to him and whimpers.

Hugs.

Love you. Missed you.

...Remember when I said that after the attack itself, having everyone tiptoe around me would be--unpleasant?

Yeah.

Getting told not to come the very last part of the way after coming all this distance feels--like that. Only possibly moreso.

Sorry, I thought I was clear about that.

I dunno. Maybe I was just so excited I forgot, or something. It's obviously the right decision either way.

Love you.

Hug.

Hug.

She starts crying. It's a mixture of relief that they're both alive and well and he's here and holding her and ongoing fucked-upness from all of the everything.

He squeezes her and holds her tightly.

(Huan solicits petting from Imliss.)

Imliss pets Huan.

"...I wonder if we smell different, now."

"You do, yeah."

"Mm. How?"

"He can tell that the Enemy did something to you. I don't know if you'd also smell differently underlying that."

"Oh. I was expecting to smell like wolf."

"Yes, but not like - a normal wolf -"

"That makes sense. Normal wolves aren't this big."

"Or that obviously the work of the Enemy." Hug.

"It's kind of worrying that it's that obvious! He never got anywhere near us! ...I don't think so, anyway."

"I believe you."

"I mean, I'm not saying that means it's safe. I don't think we came to his attention--or more relevantly his probably-a-Maia servant's--so I don't think we're a deliberate trap for you but that doesn't mean it's impossible that werewolves have a hijacking function just in case and they wouldn't gleefully use it if they found out later that there were wolves in the Feanorian camp."