"Two thirties?" she asks.

"Two thirties is sixty...?"

"Endorë to Valinor is sixty-three a hundred and forty fours days. Endorë days - thirty-one a hundred and forty fours Valinor days."

"...and you don't know how much time between Thedas and either of those places, because you got here by creature, not by Vala... the Valar can't go fast like the creature did? And - sixty-three one hundred and forty-fours, that's - uh - a year is three hundred and sixty days, that's... more than twenty years? If Endorë days and Thedas days are the same? If Thedas days are more like Valinor days that's... still more than ten years... how many people can the Valar carry at once? One trip, from Endorë to Valinor, how many people?"

"I was with... three a hundred forty four a hundred forty four a hundred forty fours."

"...I'm not that good with numbers, but - ten hundreds is a thousand... a thousand thousands is a million... I think that's more than a million?"

"- oh, tens. Yes, more than a million. Not more than nine million."

"...I think there's less than nine million people in the world... uh, have we done 'less' - one is less than two, two is less than three... I don't know, I could be wrong, maybe there's more than that. Maybe Elissa or Stalas or Ambrose knows."

"The Valar don't know I am here."

"How do you know?"

"They don't know here is."

"...fair enough," he acknowledges. "Uh. ...it would be nice if they found out. I... want the people of Thedas to be safe and it sounds like the Valar are good at making people safe."

"They are. They maybe find it from me, maybe now, maybe - uh - someone shoot me I go to Valinor, but can't find here..."

"...what?"

"Quendi have..." ...she delves into loanword. "Chips. Chips tell a Vala, Mandos, who a Quendi is. If someone shoot me, Mandos make more -" she gestures at herself.

"...so when you die, Mandos makes you alive again? Yeah, it definitely sounds like the Valar are some kind of gods. Uh. How do I explain gods. I wish Stalas was here."

...she points at a weed. "Alive," picks it, "die?"

"...yes. The plant was alive, then you killed it, it died, now it's dead."

She nods and resumes messing around with grammar inquisitively.

Tev issues both factual and grammatical corrections, and distinguishes between them. Ambela's vocabulary expands. The sun sinks below the mountains.

They're not travelling nearly as fast as Ambela did coming down from Haven; at this rate it might in fact take them about eight Endorë-sized days to reach the castle, at least if they mainly travel during daylight. And indeed, when the sun is firmly out of sight, Tev calls a halt and starts setting up a little camp.

"If Hesta and Kador were here they could carry us all night," he remarks. "Golems don't sleep. But it's not very comfortable, so we only do that when there's a big hurry."

"I could carry you," Ambela says. "But there's not a hurry."

Blink. "You could carry me?"

She looks at him assessingly. "I think so."

He is only a few inches taller than she, but considerably more heavily muscled.

"...okay, I believe you," he says. "Quendi must be pretty strong."

"We are stronger than orcs. I don't know about here."