{Ah yes, there are the fangs. Thranduil hovers close for a few moments more, reassuring himself that Xingchen is safe before he moves back.}

I was concerned. I saw the state of your fëa while you slumbered. Time will not repair wounds of that nature and you will experience physical symptoms.

{Yet he has hope upon seeing the other smile.}

It isn't only for my well-being.