The woman is beautiful, or used to be; she now looks more haggard, lines in her face solidly set by frowning or some strong emotion. She has the hardiness and strength of the Haladin, but looks soft compared to Haleth, for all that she's taller. She looks at Caranthir, her gaze intense.

She takes a deep breath when he admits it, and nods shortly. "Good. Good. She likes you, she must, else she would not tolerate your company, much less seek it out." The woman suddenly grabs his arm, holding it hard. "Convince her to wed you, and to take us back to your lands. Please."

That emotion in her eyes is suddenly more identifiable: fear. Not of him, not of anything obviously present, but fear of something, for certain.