[ The mention of someone other than his family knowing how they met their ends reminds him instantly of the silmaril, wrapped up and tucked away safely on his person. If anyone other than his brothers were to know of it's existence, then that could become a problem.

He smiles again, polite and sympathetic. Yet to him her willingness to forgive seems too convenient. Of that he and Fingon would need to discuss. ]

You are kinder than most in your judgement of us, and it does not go unappreciated. You seem to know me well, and for my inability to return that I am sorry. It seems our hosts have other plans than to allow us the comfort of familiarity.