Idril looked up at him, concern burning in her eyes for the moment. Talk? Her heart sped in her chest and she contemplated telling him no, she didn't have time for it as she has things to do. She feared what he had to say and so wanted to delay it for as long as possible. Being surrounded by Men as they were Idril had come to learn of the flightiness of Men's hearts; what if he did not love her anymore? An elf loved but once, and then it was forever but Men were able to love again and again. They stopped loving altogether at times! And that frightened her.
Idril turned her grey eyes away from him, hoped their son would not come in at any point soon as he was wont to do. Then she moved around the edge of the bed and sat down beside him, folding her hands in her lap, trying to keep herself from pulling at the sheer nightgown out of worry.
"You should be readying to meet the sea," she said tenderly, "before the sun comes higher and you lose hours."