Strangely, between the wind and the sound of water beneath gently shifting ice, she hadn't heard Ellana's approach. She twisted as Ellana called out to her and stared, almost blankly, as she parsed out both the Dalish elf's presence and her words. It was only a momentary pause, and Galadriel glanced back at the hole in the ice as she considered the logistics of their surroundings.

"It is safe," Galadriel said and reached behind her for her staff. She held it by the end, gripped firmly before the blade, and stretched the length of it toward Ellana. The ice was as likely to shatter as it was to suddenly melt, but if Ellana stumbled she could fall into the water--a handhold, for balance, would spare them the possibility of such a dreadful accident.

"Take care as you step but you needn't worry about it breaking. At its thinnest I suspect it runs deeper than both our heights combined."