Calithildis (Cali), Iuldir and Saffyre
Rissy thought for a moment. "Outside." She answered, a bit puzzled by the question. She looked around and spotted the device that she'd seen her mother use to squeeze the mop out with, and pointed to it. "With that." She tagged along as he went about the things he was doing. "Where's Mist mountains?" She asked. "Is it close? We live by sea." She informed him, as if he did not know that the house he was in was actually in sight of the ocean. She paused, then asked with wide eyes, "Are you mommy's boss?" Knowing that her mommy's bosses lived in big houses.
Fyre was more than happy to let someone else take the mop, as it was quite unfamiliar to her. That was not something she dealt with. She was the maker of messes, not the cleaner of them. Though it did make sense, once he mentioned it, that it would need to be wrung out. She stood back, glad not to have to do the cleaning stuff anymore. "I'm Fyre, by the way." She added, though no one had asked. Seeing the elf fix up the fire, she remembered that was one of the thing she had been supposed to do, but had forgotten in her efforts to keep Rissy entertained and empty the buckets. Oops.
Cali considered that idea, about the Imladris healing houses. "But wouldn't it be a lot of trouble, transporting them?" She wondered. "I would think there would be plenty of elven smiths to help you make them, or even to make them instead of you." She mentioned, figuring that would be far more practical. "It's quite a long way, after all, even if we loaded a ship and sailed around the continent." Actually she wasn't 100% sure where Imladris was located, but knew the general placement and that was far. "Then you'd still have to travel across land with them.." She shook her head. "I think you'd be better off to make those in your own forge, unless you haven't got the help to do it."