He follows.

The palace is nicer. Bella has a spring in her step and carries Fëanáro all the way there.

Hug hug hug hug hug. 

"Ooooh, it's pretty!"

It occurs to Bella at this juncture to warn Fe-Anar that if it comes up people shouldn't touch Quendi hair, in case he was going to be tempted to pat Fëanáro on the head or anything. "You probably wouldn't like some parts of the city much, but the palace is nice, yep."

"The transparent clothing is really interesting! I will suggest it back home."

"It'd probably catch on, wouldn't it. - they don't have non-hair-related modesty norms," she explains.

"I'm glad you like the palace! I hope you'll like the museum too. It's mostly meant for older - well, taller - people -- but we can probably hold you up."

"Why'd you think I was bigger?"

"Bella seemed very sure you'd develop your own plane shift and come find her."

"I would have done."

"I know! I'm impressed."

"He's very determined and very clever."

Bounce bounce.

"We are very excited to have you helping us with magic research!"

"I'm not sure how long we'll stay but I'm sure that as long as he's here wild griffins could not prevent Fëanáro from helping you with magic research."

"The wild griffins are not allowed in the city at all!"

"That seems like a good rule."

"It's an expression."

"I want to help you with magic research! Also you should end slavery."

"You can talk with the pharaoh about that but I have to say he's heard the argument before."

"Well then what's his problem?"

"I think he doesn't really want to do it."

"That's dumb."

"Do people say that to your father?"

"Not usually because usually my father isn't dumb. But when he is, I say so."