[ Beleth takes the cup without complaint, warming her hands while she listens to Thranduil. She doesn't say anything at first, and instead blows on her tea, taking a sip. If she minds the extra sugar, she doesn't bother to comment on that, either.

After some thought, she finally shrugs. ]

It didn't seem to matter, at the time. If it had helped convince him to be with me, it felt like it would have been worth it.

I mean--Being with the person you care for, and having them care about you in turn. Isn't that something worth...[ Don't say anything that's creepy ]...a great deal? People have done incredible feats in the name of romance.

[ Thranduil's offer should be politely dismissed, but Beleth considers it for a few moments, running her finger along the rim of her cup. It would involve having to tell Thranduil just who it was, but--well. Maybe he would understand.

That refusal, the way it was done--it had hurt. He'd hurt her. She still felt the sting. It couldn't hurt for Alistair to sting too, just a little. ]

...Not too difficult...?