It was only once Ellana got up and left the tent that she began to feel a little off herself. Perhaps it was the exertion of helping Galadriel through the rain down to the healers? She pressed a hand to her forehead, but wasn't sure if she was just overheated, or running a fever. She couldn't worry about it now. Instead, she moved to find a healer who could provide an extra blanket. It took longer than she wanted, since everyone was so busy, but once the blanket was obtained, she rushed back to Galadriel, stopping short when she saw someone already there. That... couldn't have been one of the healers, could it?

No, his garb was too alike to Galadriel's and Thranduil's, and his ears matched theirs too. And yet... he looked blurry to her. She blinked a few times, but the blurriness remained. Oh, no, she really was running a fever too, wasn't she? Shifting from one foot to the other, Ellana was unsure if approaching would cause his image to dissipate. She wanted to cover Galadriel with the blanket, but this felt too much like intruding.