Her gaze does climb back up slowly, the more Galadriel speaks to her. When Galadriel finishes by complimenting her, she glances up to meet her eyes, looking surprised--but there's also a fervent admiration there. Lady Galadriel thought--knew--that she was brave and true. It was hard (impossible) to argue with something stated so clearly as fact, and Beleth has to spend a few moments with her mouth hanging open before she remembers to clamp it shut, and clears her throat.

"You are too kind, my Lady. I apologize if this is too bold to say, but...I can't imagine that, seeing you now, your mother would be anything but fiercely proud. You are one of the kindest, wisest people I have ever met--only your kinsman compares. And no human could dream of coming close." They all seemed plodding, clumsy fools, in comparison to Galadriel. Beleth gives her a smile, hands clasped together.

"I hope that I can become a fraction as extraordinary as you are, my Lady. If I do, then I think that I could do just about anything. I'm proud to hold you up as an example of what we are truly capable of." She pauses, glancing to the side thoughtfully, before turning back to Galadriel. "You're right, though. It's good to remember that I can help my people through means that don't involve moving mountains."