It was an earnest offer, she thought, despite how his voice lilted. She had promised Adelaide that she would not read the hearts of men, and she was not so petty as to think that the woman hadn't assumed that elves were included in that oath, but she was briefly tempted to examine his motivations. She refrained, of course, for he had done nothing but assist her and such aid did not deserve closer scrutiny. Without pause or hesitation, she gave him the benefit of the doubt.

"A generous offer," Galadriel remarked and closed her eyes. The sight before her was simply the dark of the mire; there was no reason to linger on the woes of these lands, not until she was forced to, and despite the necessity of this, she was enjoying it. She had forgotten how relaxing it was to have fingers threaded through her hair.

"I shall remember it, if it was offered sincerely?" Galadriel added and, while it was certainly a question, nothing in her tone implied that she would be bothered if it had been a joke.

But then, as fleeting as the touch of his fingers to her scalp, a memory glanced through her mind. It was not her own. It was one she had only barely seen, a passing thing, but it was momentarily relevant. So few words were familiar that, if only by dint of novelty, she was compelled to say something.

"Antivan?" She asked. "I understand Antiva City is beautiful, but I know little else of the lands. I recall butterflies, though I cannot say why."