Ellana returned the star glass and it rested, light and ethereal, in Galadriel's hand. She did not share Ellana's fear that it might be lost to the waters, but she was still careful and meticulous as she settled it back beneath the leather of her armor. She had lost one relic to Thedas already. In truth, the brooch had been lost under very singular circumstances, but she was not willing to risk repeating such a blunder.

It was a shame she no longer carried the Ellessar; she could only imagine how Ellana would have cherished its power.

"I hope its light will not be needed in Thedas, but if it is, I will share it." Ellana wiped at her face and Galadriel could not help but smile at her. Her cheeks were already pink from the cold; this place was not comfortable.

"But that is enough talk of dark times, there is too much sadness in the Emprise du Lion for me to compound it so," Galadriel announced and glanced to the fish that rested on the ice between them. "What say you, mellon nin, shall we continue to fish or find our way back and search for a basket?"