"Ah, that is right, my grasp of the past and, admittedly, the present is...strained, at the moment," Galadriel admitted, as politely as she was able. "You have my apologies, Gwenaëlle."

She looked over the dress and the pieces she had already undone as the shorter woman rose to gauge her height. She knew not how human women were wont to dress, in Thedas or in Arda, but it did not seem terribly unlike what she favored. The neckline was definitely a departure, but not so dramatic that it was less decent than her previous garments.

"I recall we spoke on occasion, of varied things, and that you had an obedient dog. Why are you here?"

There were multiple beds in this room. It was possible one was hers, though she'd been passing certain she'd taken Thranduil's the night before.

"Surely I did not claim your bed?"