Nelchaen-a-eneg

[inafadingcrown]

[Filtered to: friends, allies, acquaintances, and any others who would worry:]

Forgive my silence these past few days and my silence in the days to come. As a great many of you know, I was not untouched by recent events. Be reassured, I have recovered, for the most part. I need only time to regain composure and sense of myself.

[Dairine and Will]

[Don't think that she hasn't been paying attention to what's going on- both through the journals and in the form of what magics she can sense. She knows. And it bears commenting on, even if a brief message is all she really has the energy for.]

Well done, my friends. I am proud of you both.

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Dairine

[inafadingcrown]

[Rough enough that she knows there's little point in hiding it. And she knows Dair well enough, too, to know that there's more trouble behind those words than most would guess. There's a short pause.]

If you would forgive my less-than-polished appearance, pinig, I would not now object to your company.

Galadriel

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine would not mind Galadriel's appearance in the least, not even if she were wearing a potato sack. (Somehow, she suspects the elf could make even that look stunning.)]

Are you in your room?

Dairine

[inafadingcrown]

I am. [It's less that she thinks Dairine will mind, exactly, and more that... she's never appeared less than perfectly composed in front of her before. Right now, she does not look like a pillar of strength and she's very aware of that.] You remember the way, I trust?

Galadriel

[wizard_redfive]

Of course.

[And with that, Dairine hurries over from the nest she had made in her room to Galadriel's door. She knocks at it timidly.]

[inafadingcrown]

[And the door is opened only slightly more slowly than usual. Galadriel does not look terribly different, save that she is dressed in something much simpler than her usual gowns and that she is pale- paler even than usual. But she gives a weary smile and steps back from the door, wordlessly inviting Dairine to enter.]

You are a sight for sore eyes, pinig.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine is almost too tired to notice the difference... but something does seem off about Galadriel. She steps inside the room.]

They'd have to be pretty sore. [Her own appearance is not the most easy on the eyes. Eyes baggy, posture slouched, and her t-shirt and pants are wrinkled so much it looks like she has been wearing them for days. Her hair doesn't look like it's been brushed for that long either.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, that just about kills whatever idea of formality Galadriel had left. They were both in need of comfort, it seemed. To stand on ceremony now would be a disservice to them both. She kneels and softly traces the sides of Dairine's face with the tips of her fingers.]

I do not speak of your appearance, my friend. I think you know that. [And with that, Galadriel's just going to gently pull Dairine into an embrace.]