[Compassion filled her with such gentle strength, such care, that the elf was unsurprised by the tears that gathered and blurred her listless gaze. It mended her body and renewed her fëa, as best it could. It was no small feat, what the spirit attempted, and that she didn't stop it was a testament to how desperately it was needed. The peace that spread through her was all-consuming, but it dulled as Adelaide drew away. At once, the toll of such a task occurred to Galadriel and the elf was horrified. As Adelaide calmed herself and fell to her knees, Galadriel drew a sharp, deep breath.

Adelaide's offer was generous, especially as it chased the gifts she had already given, and when the human looked up at her, confused and harried, Galadriel had no words to thank her. The tears gathered on her lashes fell as she smiled at Adelaide; Galadriel ignored them as she lifted heavy limbs with borrowed strength and took the human's face in her hands. She could do little more than lean, but it was enough, and she pressed a kiss against the woman's forehead. It was no fleeting thing, but rather a sincere expression of gratitude.]

I have no gifts to give you to repay your kindness. [It was a selfish impulse, the desire for touch, and one that she rarely indulged in. Whether Compassion's will lingered or her own fear had compounded her need for such things, she couldn't say, but she didn't release the woman. Instead she drew back and rested her forehead against Adelaide's. It was familiar, too familiar certainly, but she could not have known how much she had truly helped.]

If there is anything in my power to grant you, I would make it yours. Enta ata alalyë, Tiutalënya.