There's a tension between them, taut and vibrating like a plucked string, but she doesn't try to snap it, and he doesn't offer. Perhaps that's cowardly; he's honestly not sure, when the alternative feels actively cruel, not to mention liable to put them both in positions they don't want to be. Drop everything for me doesn't seem likely to work out in his favor, and it certainly isn't fair to her.

His instincts are right, is what all this means, but he's not exactly overjoyed by that. Fortunately, she steers the conversation on, towards more promising subjects.

"That is interesting," he says, eyes lighting up at the thought. Celestial for his most private notes, then. A diary, even, someplace to record all his particular worries and anger. Unless someone else here comes from their plane - and Vex would have mentioned as much - it'd be as good as unbreakable. But for materials the three of them can access, they're well set up. "All documents in Elvish, then. If someone from home arrives, and we don't trust them, it might be more secure than Common."

Or it might not - there are plenty of elves who could wander out of the woods - but it can't hurt to take the extra care.