Sina nods, beginning to let her guard down slightly when she feels his hand on the back of her neck. It feels like home, being cared for this way-- not that she and her mother were that close in a specifically mother-daughter relationship, but she was, for a long time, the only small child in her clan. It took a village, so they say, and she feels their absence dearly.
But at least Thranduil is here. Several tears of exhaustion spill from her eyes as she relaxes against his grip.