Galadriel? [ he asks, and he fusses, never quite perfectly still with how he strokes her hair, shifts in the bed. he was atrocious to her when they were still attempting to sleep together, it is no wonder she was so wretchedly tired. at least she has been sleeping now. he pulls back to look at her, to cup her face in his hands and look at her, steady and unblinking. ]

And Cassandra least of all, [ he continues. ] If she was here perhaps this would be in better hands, there is none besides Beleth to hold us together. Poor child, but admirable.

[ he leans forward to kiss her forehead, and is pleased to note it cool to the touch. she must be well. she must remain healthy. they will have so little time together. ]

And you?