Yeah, all right. 

Thanks.

Who's Ranary and what does she need to know?

She's another mage. I would ideally like to have the conversation in real time in military code.

That's no fun. Fine.

There ensues a conversation in military code.

Ranary frowns at her Quenya alphabet notes. She goes to draw herself a bath.

Elon goes with her.

"I'm trying to relax, not get wound up," she says, "shoo."

"Awww, okay." 

Someone else has gone ahead of her to draw up the bath.

"Shoo, shoo!"

"Is something the matter?"

"I just want to have a normal bath by myself, I don't need help."

"I'm not supposed to leave you alone but I can sit in the corner?"

"You can't leave me alone to take a bath? No! Out!"

"It's orders, I'm sorry. If you'd rather someone else -"

"No, I don't want anyone, I want to take a bath alone!"

"We're concerned for your safety."

"I am not going to drown. Get out!"

"That's - not the concern -" she wavers uncertainly at the door.

A couple more people come up the stairs, less uncertainly.

"What is with you all -"

"The King thinks Cor is trying to arrange to be the only mage on this planet. He also thinks this'll resolve inside a few days, for some reason. So for the next few days we're supposed to make sure no mages blow up everything, and unfortunately that requires watching you. I'm sorry. We don't want to scare you."

"Well, let me talk to Cor."

"- let me ask -

Yeah, okay."

She puts her shoes back on, having failed to get any farther what with the bathroom being Elf-infested.

She can get walked to the palace.