(She feels like she is made out of ice and metal. Though her dress is heavy and hot - the fur that accompanies it even more so where it is draped over her arm - she feels intense fear. What if the Elves have left? What if something awful has happened to them? She can't live with herself if she wasn't present to help them - or go with them.

The sound she makes is a sob of relief upon seeing him. She is shaking too much to stand immediately, but she grasps his hands tight.)

Those monsters did not touch me. They were slow, thankfully, and I recalled Hadriel's tricks in time.

What of you? What of everyone? I did not intend to leave!