Galadriel's shock is a mirror for Anders's and she watches his hand as he withdraws it. There is no enchantment on this cloak to cause damage, it was not a weapon--not unless--
"You are corrupted," she says, her voice a bit distant with disbelief, and reaches out to take his recently injured hand. She can feel it, beneath her fingers and in her mind--she had assumed it was the proximity, the nearness of the camp, but it is clear as his pulse beneath her fingertips.
"You are a Warden? Did they taint you since last we spoke? Who did this?"
Her anger is sudden and crashes over her like the tide. The idea that someone in their order was poisoning the people here was beyond the pale. She could not tolerate it. If there were a culprit she would find and slay them this very night.
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"You are corrupted," she says, her voice a bit distant with disbelief, and reaches out to take his recently injured hand. She can feel it, beneath her fingers and in her mind--she had assumed it was the proximity, the nearness of the camp, but it is clear as his pulse beneath her fingertips.
"You are a Warden? Did they taint you since last we spoke? Who did this?"
Her anger is sudden and crashes over her like the tide. The idea that someone in their order was poisoning the people here was beyond the pale. She could not tolerate it. If there were a culprit she would find and slay them this very night.