"This is nice," Rúmil says of the museum. "Sincere, and interesting. I think it'll keep him occupied, if he does decide to stay."

"...the museum will? I don't think one museum will hold him long."

"I was thinking more the country but I guess I don't know how much it's like this."

"I didn't explore much, and I think different things would stand about it to me than to you or him."

"I don't really like the enormous black beetle body but I assume there are logistical constraints there or something."

"It'd probably be hard to move it? And it's very dramatic. They are not optimizing the city for beauty."

"I guess not," he says a little wonderingly, examining a timeline of Osirian coinage.

"I found a reasonably nice looking quarter of the city to rent a place in but I haven't been back since Fe-Anar accosted me, he's just been sending people for me to update my sign saying how long I can't see patients for."

"... are you allowed to leave if you want to?"

"You know, I have not checked. It seemed like it might make people nervous and they weren't making it at all hard to do spell development."

Rúmil shoots Fe-Anar a glare.

"I didn't check!" she reiterates. "Maybe I have been free to go this whole time or he would have argued for it if it had come up."

"I just - don't think of Fëanáro as willing to drag people off the streets to get what he wants -"

"He had a bunch of guards with him who were very uncomfortable with the idea of an unvetted person chatting with him in the street. He said 'please', I don't know that he had a lot of good ways to be very noncoercive otherwise without my maybe vanishing."

- nod. "Did they scare you?"

"Yes, but mostly because I was experiencing a high level of general background fear which was not their fault."

Sigh. "Gotta be some world out there that's safe for us."

"I hope so."

They spend most of the day at the museum and then Fëanáro announces that he's seen it all and thinks he can mostly read the local language and they should go somewhere else.

"Back to the palace, I think. It's getting dark."

" ...so?"

"So most things will be closed."

"Oh. Okay."

"Humans can't see in the dark," she clarifies.

"How often does it get dark here?"