"I'd like to meet your parents," Faelis said it would lower the suspicion rate by a lot. Rather than "Mother, Father, I'm running off with a young elf man' it'd be, 'Mother, Father, I'd like you to meet Faelis Gindien, we've decided to travel together'. Okay, not too much better, but still.
"You could bring some food," Faelis answered to her question, brushing his long black hair from his face, the small bones and beads quietly clinking together. "Unspoilable things, bread, apples, maybe. Jerky, if you eat meat, you know, those kinds of things. And I always bring some strong rope and string, you never know when rope will come in handy. You said clothes, but one of the most important things is a pair of sturdy, road-appropriate shoes. I prefer boots, they support your ankle more."