"I am resting," he murmured, "the others have gone?" sent away from Vinyamar for no discernible reason he could figure. But it was best in order to repair relations with the humans. They'd told him their stories and while he'd been inclined to make a formal division between the people, if they wanted any positive relations to come from the other islanders it meant they'd need to be involved with each other.
Fingolfin didn't trouble himself with the particulars in the moment, he'd long since made the decision.
He opened his eyes briefly, watching her, "I will sleep soon. I am tired."