Oh gosh that's distracting and awkward.

"Hello," he says in their language to the tiny naked people. "It is exciting to encounter other life among the stars."

"Hello," says a blue haired person. "We are overjoyed to make your acquaintance and apologize for our earlier misunderstanding."

"It's all right! We hadn't learned the language yet or we would have known that there was an enemy and cause to fear the arrival of strangers. We have had peace for so long we have forgotten war."

"We are so pleased that you have chosen to land among us instead of them. If there is anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable please let us know."

" - uh, actually, it is a custom among our people not to wear your hair loose, that is reserved for privacy and marriage -"

There is some polite blinking, and then people start awkwardly braiding their or each other's hair. One of the yellow haired people had his in a ponytail and has spare hair ties, almost enough to go around.

They're braiding each others' hair oh wow. He averts his eyes. "If there's anything similar we can do for you we of course will."

"We will be sure to let you know," says the blue haired person. She is really bad at hair braiding. There are bits sticking out and it's lopsided.

Well, it's - the thought that counts? Maybe they can work up a chip blessing that just blocks out everyone's hair, the bright colors should help with that. "What is the nature of your conflict with the enemy?"

"We used to trade with them. They poisoned some of the food they sent and denied it when we found out."

" - and so you're shooting at them?"

"We don't have independent food security and need more farmland if we can't import from them any more."

"- you're hungry? Because they poisoned the food they sent? Oh no - we might have or be able to design plants which you can eat and which grow well under these conditions -"

"We're on tight rations and we've had to up the population controls, but it's not famine yet."

"We can send a ship and ask Yavanna if she'll come personally, she well might."

"Who is Yavanna?"

"Yavanna is our god of plants, the harvest, and genetic engineering for crop yields."

"...and you can fetch her?"

"I don't know if she'll consent to come but if so, yes, it's five days' travel each way and the gods lightleap just fine."

"I am sure it would be very interesting to meet a god."

"They are very useful. If you don't have gods who resurrects you if you die in an accident or a shooting war?"

Polite blinking. "No one does."

"No one does? What, you just - stop existing?"

"...yes."

" - you need to stop having shooting wars!! That's horrible!"