「That gets a little hearty chuckle out of Atem, Curufin seems to do that a lot. But it's nice. She is his brazier, come to think of it.
But while Curufin might not be wrong about Atem's supposed status, the truth is, he just likes the heat because it reminds him or home, the body might not be his, but the soul remembers fondly, and it does not like those cold hours of the night, nope.」

I've always felt obligated to do something about injustice, with or without powers, 「Which is a problem in itself but...」 but--no, I meant... this thing. 「He touches the golden eye (ew).」 It's... complicated...