Cassandra listens, frowning in thought. Nerva's wariness makes sense, and Cassandra shares it, to an extent. Yet even still.

"There are so many of them, and they all claim to come from elsewhere - from their own separate worlds," she says ponderously, working through it for herself as well as Nerva. She shakes her head. "They are not demons. If they are not as they say - if they did not truly come from other worlds, like ours and yet not - then I do not know what else they might be."

"But it is true that we do not know their purpose - their loyalties." She glances at Nerva, her eyes sharp. "Some may be trusted. Others have proven that they cannot be. This Galadriel is one of the latter."