[Galadriel had not seen her enter; in fact, she'd failed to mark the human's entry entirely. She had her eyes closed and her head bent. Her forehead rested heavily on her hand, cradled by pale fingers. Her arm was all but trembling under the strain, held in place as the weight of her head pinned her elbow against the arm of the chair. To say she was sprawled in the chair would be kind, but she was more composed than she would have been had she been left on the stones. She looked as frail as she felt, dim and diminished, and Adelaide's voice startled her.

The whole of her flinched as the word cut through the library. She picked up her head and turned it just as the woman came to her side. It took a moment for recognition to dawn on her features and, once it had, a small smile pulled weakly at her lips.]

I am glad to see you, my friend. [Thought was always the first of her faculties to return to her. She both rejoiced and lamented that fact; thought alone could not stay her need for deeper breaths or the numbness in her limbs.] I was uncertain you would hear me, or heed me if you could.

[She could feel Compassion's will even at a distance and, insofar as it could, it helped stay the creeping fear that consumed her. She refused to think on it. There were more pressing matters, distractions, she could not dwell.]

I collapsed; I cannot say if I was injured, and I could not check, regardless.