There's a measure of relief in Beleth's eyes when she recognizes what the Medicine Seller--Glaewron--pulls out of his bag. And more specifically, recognizes it as something that is probably not some kind of hideous blood magic apparatus or demon-infested decor. The weird scales were still, of course, kind of weird, but they were weird on a level that Beleth could deal with, and she had yet to see any of them chopping off fingers.

So she takes hers with a nod, then Thranduil's, as well. Both of the scales are brought close to her face and squinted at. Well, if what he said about them was true (and Beleth can't help but snort when he tacks on the 'usually'), then they would be pretty useful. However, like Thranduil, she needs both hands free (more than Thranduil does, truthfully. Have you ever tried firing a bow one handed? Of course you haven't, because it's impossible). But after a moment of thought, she takes hers, and places it on her shoulder like the Medicine Seller has. Well, it works for him...

"Do you really need to take that sword?" Is the only comment she has to offer, staring at the red goblin face that she quite clearly recalls having moved on its own at one point, and now it appears to have been the source of the rumbling around. That thing is cursed. "It's...loud."