(Sobbing into her arms.)

—is it helping?

I think so but I'm not good at people.

She's in a lot of pain. I expect listening to this—someone else understanding it like this—helps—but you should ask.

Should I keep singing?

She takes a few seconds to respond: Yes. Please. It—yes.

She says to keep singing. 

Okay. How long are you planning to sing for?

Six days.

- humans do need to eat and sleep somewhat more often than once every six days.

Yeah, I won't stay here the whole time, I'll go fly around, go to other places.

Okay. You'll—take care of yourself? We had a few masters coming later today but we can postpone that if you need this.

Normally people don't sing the whole mourning period but normally there's more than one Elf. I think that can probably wait.

He nods, and sends a mental impression of same. In that case Oliver and I have a few things to attend to—reorganizing teams and deal with reconstruction efforts taking your powers into account.

Okay. 

So they stay for a few more minutes to enjoy the music but then depart.

Sadde stays. She has recovered enough from her sobbing to start eating again, but the tears are still flowing down her cheeks freely.

He keeps singing.

Eventually she's done eating, and stares at her plate for a few minutes, then gets up and walks to Fëanáro. Can I hug you?

Yeah. Wing-hug.

Hug! Slightly clingy hug. Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'm going to—I should lie down and sleep a little, I haven't slept since yesterday.

Okay. You can write me when you wake up and I'll come back.

Okay. I will. Thank you, she repeats before unhugging and sluggishly going elsewhere.