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Something she had said had unsettled Mithalwen, though the Elf woman tried to hide it behind her cup of tea. Mithalwen was one who closed herself from others, and must have reason to. It was not Uien's place to probe where her thought was not invited. Her generosity was not to be doubted, though; it was not lost on Uien how she had wordlessly come to the aid of the Gondorian man.

"Thank you for your help," Uien said kindly. "I would find the closeness of the sea troublesome, I think."

"You are welcome.

"It would be good to look upon it once, I think," said Falowik.

"I am in no hurry," Uien said. She looked to Falowik, who seemed to take her glance as a cue; he rose.

"Uien, 'tis time we had a look at our horse's keeping."

Uien nodded and rose. "Thank you again for your kindness, Mithalwen. Namarië."

"Namarië," Mithalwen replied.

Uien and Falowik walked through the front door, hand in hand.