She sighs and shakes her head. Although her first reaction to Caranthir's arrival in the heat of battle was anger, that was but the desperation of the moment. The Enemy is to blame, not Caranthir, and she will not accept his guilt or regret on account of her dead. He knows it.

She leans back against the wall of the enclosure in which they sit, looking gravely out at the scenery. "My people travelled over the mountains out of the dark country, in search of gods. But we found only more questions, more searching. Perhaps peace is not meant for any of us who live on Arda, little though I like the thought." She sounds younger than she usually does, though also more tired, her usual iron determination set aside for the moment to allow for more quiet musings.