The sight of Galadriel without her light makes Ellana's heartbeat quicken. She has to do something now, or else her friend could succumb to her wounds. But before she can think of the brooch and how to make it work, it floods her with its essence, and she nearly shakes at the power she feels flow through her. Is this how Galadriel feels all the time? Ellana doesn't think she could bear it all day every day.

Yet at the same time, there's something alluring about the power coursing through her, and that feeling is one she fights to dismiss. Perhaps it's testing her, but a mage who is often tempted by demons knows how to resist. Even so, the song that comes into her head speaks of all the things she wishes for, and how this power can make it so. Ellana could unite Dalish and city elves, make humans respect them, and discover hidden ruins to discover the elves' history. She could have it all.

But Ellana won't let herself be swayed. If she was like this all the time with the light shining from her skin, regal and elegant, and with so much power under the surface, then she wouldn't be herself anymore, and she's worked hard to become the person she is today. Her jaw sets, and when she speaks her voice still carries the musical Dalish lilt, but it's lowered considerably, much like Galadriel's voice.

"I won't listen. I'm only using it for you." And with that said, she lifts her hand towards Galadriel in order to heal her wounds.