Galadriel takes it with grace, or some measure of it, and nearly manages to drape it across her shoulders. Unfortunately, the motion is a bit abortive as it requires her to lift her hands above her head. It is a poor action that pulls on wounds just barely closed and she halts mid-sweep.

"I will not refuse Aunt but, by rights, I am a mother of your brother as well. It is a confusing relationship we now share, but such is the way of the Eldar, in time." She lowers her arms and holds the cloak out to him.

"If you would assist me, please?"