i think there's a very simple and achievable way of fixing fabian's home life and well-being right now. a really great one, a possible one, in fact, and that is
My grandson...... Fahbiahhn. What a pleasure, it is. To behold you and grasp your cheek within my hand once again. I have received word, through the falling of a dove's gentle wing, that my daughter, Hallariel, has left you without the guidance of any of your adult Elven guardians. It brings a great sense of shame, to me, to witness my own daughter behaving so unkindly to you, in your short time here, on this mortal plane, so very short, as short as the falling of a leaf from a great Elven oak to the ground. So I seek now to aid you, my grandson. Away from our homeland as I may be, I shall use the great Elven magics to bestow upon me knowledge of your strange land, and how I shall assist you in your mortal ways of life. You need not enter trance by your lonesome in this manor no longer. ...Pour-tie? I know not of this word you speak of. Come. I shall teach you the method in which to prepare Elven Fantasy Box Macaroni And Cheese.