She's missed the smells of her mother's cooking. She knows the stew will be delicious.

She sees those tells, but doesn't hold back in what details she gives. That too isn't their way, and Haleth wouldn't thank her for it.

Canien tilts her head slightly, considering the question as she makes one last practiced motion along the bow string before coiling it up and putting it away. "No. I was in no danger of Fading, then or now. I was welcomed at the hearth of many, and made myself useful in the battle against the Enemy.

"But there was less joy in the doing until I met those two. They are full of life and laughter, teasing every inch of both from all they do. And they are capable warriors, though their hunting skills left some to desire." There's a slight smirk at the last though.

"They are descended from Luthien, and Galadriel."