[ What was there that she might say to that? It is a small thing, too small for the grief that Galadriel felt but some of that ache seemed to ease. At least enough that Compassion was not quite so distressed by it any longer. The world was as it was- Adelaide had never truly feared the dark for she always had the light of Compassion at hand. Others walked through shadow deeper and darker than she could ever understand- and did so on their own.

But it seemed to help. However much or little it had been? It helped. Even if she wasn't all that certain what light Galadriel found.

Did she mean her?

That-

She wasn't-

Moving on. Thinking on that while weary and befuddled wouldn't lead to anything productive. The use of the word harrowing was- for a moment, followed by a faint frown- but it was not what Galadriel meant. It was difficult to divorce the word from the act.

Perhaps she would wait on explaining that particular detail of existence to her. Leave it for another day. ]

Well...they are quite lovely, I suppose. And those that walk in darkness have more reason than most to think of what they find beautiful.