If pressed, Leliana would admit to times spent wishing she did not dream, did not walk the Fade. Dreaming calls to mind so much of the past, echoes of failures and successes and so much that cannot be changed, for all that the Fade warps and twists about her mind. Perhaps Galadriel was not being so literal, but the thought raises regardless, and Leliana simply smiles through it.

She closes her eyes to listen, quiet and reverent, as though she might capture each word and note, treasure them and lock them away in her memory for darker times, when she needs to remember what hope is, what blessings she can count. To have heard an elven song from another world seemed a blessing indeed, and her eyes open only when the song is done, and silence has rested on them a while.

"It is very beautiful," Leliana starts, voice rather softer than before. "It seems... I think there are notes of hope to find in it." Careful and thoughtful, playing the words over in her mind. "It is like walking in a forest of light, I think. Light and shadows cannot exist without the other, really."

Thoughtful, perhaps too much so, and she nods to Galadriel, seeming to catch herself. "I thank you."