[Adelaide was the only healer Galadriel knew in this world and, unfortunately, was beyond her ability to reach directly. She had exhausted far too much of herself with the Warden and whether it was sorrow or fear or simply this place, she could not reach beyond the walls of the library, not with clarity. Even attempting to locate someone she could not see was taxing. Pain lanced through her head and she sagged heavily into the chair she'd hobbled to before the Warden fled.
She could not request her friend's assistance, not in such certain terms, but once she found the faint feeling of Adelaide's mind, the color of Compassion's will, she did what she could. Galadriel was not fond of vagueness, not in situations like these, but the most she could manage was emotional beckoning, wordless and with a firm sense of her location. She had neither the strength nor the will to maintain it for long and could only hope the human would yield to the sense of unease.
She could have waited, she realized, until her legs would carry her and she could seek the healer out, herself, but she was...afraid. It was uncommon, but not so terribly rare, and it colored her judgment. She couldn't deal with what had frightened her, and so her fear was left no other outlet but this. Were she more able, she wouldn't have been shocked to find it colored her wordless message, itself.]
Via an overwhelming sense of unease?
She could not request her friend's assistance, not in such certain terms, but once she found the faint feeling of Adelaide's mind, the color of Compassion's will, she did what she could. Galadriel was not fond of vagueness, not in situations like these, but the most she could manage was emotional beckoning, wordless and with a firm sense of her location. She had neither the strength nor the will to maintain it for long and could only hope the human would yield to the sense of unease.
She could have waited, she realized, until her legs would carry her and she could seek the healer out, herself, but she was...afraid. It was uncommon, but not so terribly rare, and it colored her judgment. She couldn't deal with what had frightened her, and so her fear was left no other outlet but this. Were she more able, she wouldn't have been shocked to find it colored her wordless message, itself.]