[If Fingon was anyone else he might have felt a little abashed at Haldamir's astute observation, but he merely shrugs slightly because it is true. Of course there were older healers that were just as good or better but Haldamir had a certain warmth that still reminded him of home and a gentleness that in many got worn down by the cruel passage of time. He was a good choice for Maedhros, and maybe enough like their cousins to comfort him in that way as well.

It was hard to look upon a Vanya and not feel affection, especially when you had been raised amongst Finarfin's children.]

You may use me for an entire mattress if you need too. He will not tell anyone or shame you, no matter how you react. Though I would prefer if we don't accidentally eject him from the tent with great haste. [As had happened to many a healer before for far lesser problems.]

Ah, yes. Well your dear cousin likes to tell me that sometimes I talk so much I'm going to wear the tips of his ears off so that I can do.

You had been explaining your new salves to me for twelve hours, somehow without pause.

There were quite a lot of them! [Haldamir protested, fondly but also somewhat embarrassed.] In any case, if it is okay with you we may have to pull down or even pull off your trousers. I am sorry to ask but it is hard to assess otherwise. [Power only helped so much. It was not as thought he were one of the ainur.]