It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
I'm not trying to? I'm sorry. I love you. I wasn't--trying to hurt you with that, just--do you need to argue with us about this? We're here, aren't we? We're here because we want to be because we love you, disagreeing about the boats doesn't change that, I'm not saying you have to agree that we're right just because we're hurting...
It's been bothering me. I said to drop it at the time and you did but I wasn't sure you wouldn't bring it up again or that you got why that was a bad idea, and I just wanted to--pre-empt that--I'm not trying to make who's hurting more into a contest but I am in fact hurting a not insignificant fraction of the time and I don't want pain to be something we have to hide from each other either...
You said to drop it so I did. But you can't keep bringing it up if you want to have a rule I can't say anything about it.
She sighs. I'm sorry. I don't--I don't know how to handle this--I just--I don't--I don't want a rule, just--I don't even know. I'm sorry.
I just don't want to hurt any more than I have to. I--I can't not bring it up, I have nightmares about it...
I don't think very clearly about this subject I don't want you hurt too I'm sorry--
I wish I could have done more when I realized you were injured.
Didn't realize that when Maitimo said to get on the ships he meant right then. Went to sleep on shore. Overslept. Of all the stupid fucking things. And that's probably the last interaction either of them will ever have with him--no, don't go down that road.
Even if--even if we could kill all the prisoners in Angband, somehow, and Mandos ever agreed to reembody him--we're not getting him back, are we.
I don't know. Forever's a long time, and he's a Feanorian, he's stubborn. He'll be okay.
I hope you're right. I love you. I'm sorry for--saying something that sounded like I was--judging you--I didn't meant it like that. I promise I didn't.
I'm kinda fucked up right now. We both are.
If she just wants to sit here for a little while and be miserable can he just--hold her--and not try to tell her that things are okay or she shouldn't be sad, not try to comfort her or otherwise interfere with her sad except arguably just by holding her, please, she needs to decompress and part of that means not having to be okay right now.
She snuggles him and is sad.
Eventually she says, I'm not sure how much I can get better out here, unable to do things except hug you--it's better than not, but--at least in Tumunzahar I could learn things and be useful...
I don't even know right now. What can I do before anyone's figured out how to tell if I'm a trap or not?
Get better at dreamshaping, the Enemy's not prepared for it? Scout the continent with me?
I can probably do both of those at the same time! ...I love you. Thank you for thinking of obvious things for me while my brain's not working right.
I love you. I want you to be happy. I want to figure this out, and we will, and we can explore together in the meantime, just like before, and if anything scary gets near us we have three giant scary wolves.