Okay. Keep your heart rate down, Marillë. Yes, this is the Prince Curufinwe. Yes, he's the most genius Elf in all Aman. But he liked your paper, he asked you to be here. There's nothing to be nervous about.
She knocks on the door.
"Well, I didn't assign it low weight because I thought he was a paragon of virtue who would never, I assigned it low weight because all the negative rumors I heard about him suggested that his issues were due to a lack of ability to--navigate people--not an inclination to wield the ability negatively, but while I would love to be able to say that I think most people would consider that when deciding whether or not to give him the benefit of the doubt, yes, you probably should."
"You're welcome.
I do like him, now. But I didn't know much that wasn't--general public knowledge--at the time."
"No? I've known him for less than a month, I'm not sure I'd describe myself as more than superficially loyal yet. I just wanted to clarify that I wasn't giving negative rumors about his lack of social graces undue weight in my opinion of him."
"Would I? I live up in the city proper and am not working on anything at all sufficiently interesting."
"Well, yes, but you've known not only him but everyone else with an informed opinion multiple orders of magnitude longer than I have."
"I know everybody. I'd say 'it's my job' but that'd be nonsense, it's just fun. But I might be biased when it comes to my father."
"I accepted an apprenticeship from him based on his showing up at my door saying he liked a paper I wrote and did I want to actually learn something. I am not wholly without reason to prefer to think he's brilliant enough to justify doing that."