"Maybe if we have one she's an adventurer," he says thoughtfully. "We could put up posters."

"You should send your Minor out looking. I tried very hard to find her including low dose Felix and what it actually took was Kefin hopping a shuttle and recognizing the pilot's voice."

" - huh. I guess I'll make him wander around town, then. What a bizarre way for something to work."

"Yeah, we don't get it either."

Someone limps up to the door and observes them all very confusedly. He's not human. He's taller and his hair is elaborately braided and his facial features are sharper and his ears are pointy. 

"Oh, hello!"

<Hi! Are you feeling better?>

What's going on?

"We don't really know either."

"A bunch of people from different worlds got pulled here. You're from Arda?"

Yes. You aren't?

"The Dwarves are," he says, after a few seconds in which the Dwarves do not answer.

"Hm? What about us?"

"He asked if we were from Arda. - I guess it'd make sense that you can't hear him either."

"Yes, osanwë counts as a thing that can't affect us. Does he speak Sindarin?"

"Can we think back at him or does it have to be one of the Andalites?"

"Oh, I think it works on humans."

The Dwarves want to know if you speak Sindarin.

"Yes," he says, but with the air of someone who has not used his mouth in a long time and is not sure where all its parts are these days. "I speak Sindarin."

"Hello! I'm Kimli and that's my brother Isun! We don't know why we're here either but three of you are married to three of him."

"That seems like a very unlikely coincidence even assuming we were exceptionally well-suited!"

"It turns out the universe likes that sort of thing!"

"- you mean God? I don't think he does."

"I wasn't going to blame God. Just whatever's throwing people together suspiciously pairwise."

"Your world has one god?"