Yes.

[ There was something else, here, that distressed Galadriel. As close as they were, as in tune with her song as she and Compassion had been earlier? The twist was as easy to feel as a knife in the ribs. Compassion was weary and dazed but the dull glow rippled over her skin like the shimmer of light across water. Adelaide shook it off. The urge to comfort was there, to soothe, but there was no need to pour more power into her friend.

Magic had done all that could be done. All that could be offered now? Contact and words. Adelaide reached up to rest a hand on top of Galadriel's, less uncertain than usual. Too weary to let the ghosts of the Spire leave her afraid. ]

It is as it is- and all we have ever known. I am...sorry that you have fallen here. The world you come from must be a kinder place. [ Though at the idea of the lack of danger- well. She snorts. ] That depends entirely on where it is you look. Most dangers come from demons or darkspawn or plague to be certain- but...we do terrible enough things to one another here without their help. I do not know if that makes it better or worse. But if all we have to fear are other men? I think I will take that and take it gladly.