[ She nods, stepping in, and--even if things weren't all alright, Thranduil saying so made it seem like there was a better chance of it than she had thought. Much like her mother, it felt perfectly possible for things to be simply because Thranduil willed it. And despite her current emotional turmoil, she can't help but peek curiously around the room. She had pictured something...like Sera's room, but more regal, elegant. Instead of looking like Val Royeux threw up on it.

But then she's sitting, and Thranduil is waiting next to her. His presence alone is comforting in and of itself, and she allows herself a bit to simply sit there, rubbing her eyes and trying to look a little more composed. But Thranduil deserves to know that she's not, like, about to die or that someone else already did. ]

I'm sorry--Um. I know this is, ah. It's kind of. Not really...important, in the bigger picture. Or maybe even a medium-sized picture. I'm not injured, or--I mean.

[ Well, that's getting her nowhere. She glances to the side, lips pressing into a line. ]

Did you ever...have feelings for someone? Feelings that weren't returned?