I am not so sure that is true. Even though I am sure you didn't like finding me, you still offered sanctuary. And I think not just because I am strange and novel. [If anything, Mithiel feels certain that being strange and novel was more of a disincentive to help her than if she had been something or someone he could easily comprehend and understand.

As they walked, Mithiel watched the people whom Set seemed almost determined to not notice. They were unlike her people, of course, but in many ways they felt familiar. If not like elves then like the men who had come west in these later days and worked harder for the labours the elves took for granted to be simple.]

I hope these hippos and crocodiles of yours aren't too close to all of these good people.