Thanks!

The song concludes.

"That was beautiful."

"Elves like singing. Singing and surrounding ourselves with pretty things."

"Am I pretty enough?" wonders Cir teasingly.

"You are very pretty and so I have swept you up and taken you away to keep forever. Other humans should be warned, lest an Elf do this to them."

Cir laughs and kisses him.

It's nice. 

Have you spoken with Midnight recently?

I was just about to; why?

He's in a mood, I'm not sure why.

I have a guess. I'll be up soon.

It's not a problem or anything. 

I was going to anyway. He didn't say anything?

He did not.

And she reaches their room and knocks.

Come in.

In she goes.

"So that must have been interesting."

"Informative, yes. Findekáno, leave."

He does.

"Why send him out?" wonders Ambela.

"He'll worry about the kid."

Nod. "Informative?"

"About where exactly the differences are - I, as I'm sure you guessed, would have arranged to acquire him more gracefully but then delightedly squirrelled him off, once I had him - his default is to assume he's doing something horribly wrong, perhaps redeemable with enough caution, and I stopped caring about that a long time ago -"

"You did use to?"

"Of course! I spent a millenium viciously hating myself for who I was just like the rest of them."