[ She looks confused as to what he's going on about for the space of two seconds, and confused as to why he feels tidying her hair is necessary for another three. She's an adult!! She already puts time and effort into making sure her hair isn't allowed to descend into an unkept mess.

But. It's been ages since anyone's fixed up her hair for her, and it sounds too nice to pass up, even if she wanted to be rude enough to refuse. So she swallows down the last of her tea, sets the cup down, and moves off the chair, sliding down to the floor in front of Thranduil. ]

Alright--um. Thank you. I appreciate it.

[ It's a relief to hear that Thranduil doesn't think she's being petty, or overdramatic. That she's not an idiot for being hurt by it. Of course, she's not really sure how returning the sentiment would be achieved, but surely Thranduil--

That's when she realizes she's missed telling him an important bit of information, and she's suddenly that much gladder that she's no longer facing him. ]

The man--um. It was Alistair. The Warden. [ She lets that sink in for a few moments. ] That's why I can't go to my clan about it. Going after some shemlen... It was a poor idea from the very beginning.