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.
"...The answer would've been yes. I mean, um, I wasn't going to do anything because--I didn't want to seem like it was because of the prince thing--"
Mmm. Well, for optimal science we'll have to test it after the adrenaline's worn off, won't we?
Giggle - guess so - anyway it was really sweet of you to feel bad that I had to kill one, and it's not like I actually had a plan for getting out of that, so -
If you're still capable of thinking of most people while I'm kissing you I'm probably not doing it well enough. I should fix that.
Yes. Yes it is.
...Probably eventually they're going to have to do something other than kiss.
They're kind of out in the middle of nowhere with a dinosaur corpse, yeah, they should head in.
Yeah.
...And Ahya needs to fix her injury, it's not that bad but ow it's annoying when she forgets about it and it suddenly reminds her.
That too. They can sing on the way back and get it looked at once they're back in the city.
Sounds like a plan.
...Should they do anything with the dinosaur corpse first?