It’s always a delight when friends get together and dine.
It’s wonderful (and wise) that two such different beasties commingle so easily.
You’ll notice Arabeth’s concern isn’t Ophelia, it is us.
Humans, you know…
I’ve lived among them many years. Years longer than an individual fox or opossum could. I still don’t understand them.
Given a full table, given more food than they could comfortable eat, some humans will keep others away, forcefully if need be. They won’t even offer the remains to those who are recognizably hungry.
A table so full you can’t possibly eat it all, so plentiful you have no need to store it, and you won’t share?
No wonder The Old Ones are cautious.