The area near the stable was never truly free of other people, but it was rarely as busy or crowded as the rest of the fortress. On the odd occasion, Galadriel had come upon familiar faces lingering or resting in this place, but that hadn't been her goal today. In fact she'd come to this corner of Skyhold because it was the easiest place to find some meager measure of solitude, some quiet to practice magic, but that endeavor was happily abandoned upon hearing Ellana's greeting.

"I am well enough," Galadriel answered as she crossed the distance to the tree beside the barn. There was some darkness that haunted her but sunlight made banishing those thoughts easier.

The day was bright and beautiful, temperate despite the cold wind off the mountains, and the fact that Ellana had a book with her was unsurprising. The dappled light beneath the trees would have been perfect for reading, or simply for relaxation, and Galadriel could only smile as she stepped into the partial shade and alongside the Dalish elf. She did not sit, not at first, if only because the plain staff in her hands made it an awkward affair.

"And you, mellon nin, how does the day treat you?" Galadriel asked and leaned slightly to peer at the book in her hands. She had learned to read the letters of these lands, but the fondness for embellishment, particularly on the covers of these books, was often too much for her. Whatever Ellana had brought to read, Galadriel couldn't decipher it by cover alone, at least not with any ease.

"I hope I have not interrupted you, is your reading terribly important?"