[Rin's skin is already flushed with the heat of the water, so don't worry, Galadriel. Your blush goes entirely unnoticed. Or rather, it blends in.

Rin turns toward her with a gentle slosh of water, flipping the journal shut. She's taking care not to really stare, as it's clear Galadriel isn't very comfortable.]

What would you think we should do about the castle then? [Ah.] And what if we all got changed around anyway? If we all turned into, y'know... [A slight smile - ] Little brightly colored ponies...