Leareth is lying in a stone room, and nothing in particular is happening right now, and he is mostly succeeding at not having any thoughts. It's a fine moment. He is not, literally this second, being tortured. This is not useful at all for predicting what the next moment is going to be like, of course, or for whether 'quiet stone room' has any particular resemblance to reality, but Leareth has gotten pretty good at not being curious.
"You and Rumíl are very sweet together." He manages to say it without wincing at all, despite the pang of loneliness.
"Thank you. I'm really glad to have him around now, I missed him a lot and it was mixing me up pretty badly that there were people almost but not quite like my friends around and there was a him somewhere I shouldn't bother."
Nod. “It makes sense that’d feel really weird!” He smiles a little. “You’re really good with, er, small Fëanáro. I like him but he’s a bit exhausting, but he’s obviously very happy around you.”
"He was the first person I met in Valinor. I landed right near him, in the palace. He was even smaller then."
"Aww." Vanyel starts to stand. "Anyway, I'd better go, I told Leareth I would check his room wards for him again. See you round?"