Galadriel pauses, mid step, and stares up at the ceiling with a note of confusion. Had...Haldir insulted Thranduil's dead wife? Were they fighting? Why in the world would they be fighting and how had Thranduil managed to provoke that sort of low-blow out of formal, proper Haldir?

Then, after a pause, it seems to connect in her mind and she turns to Gwenaëlle with an expression of honest surprise. She had taken the liberty to use the smaller woman to balance herself and now, well, she is just standing there with her hand on the human's shoulder.

There is a long pause.

"Ah," Galadriel says at length. "So I did take your bed."