Oh, how she longed to do more. She longed to embrace him, and perhaps even kiss him, but her elven reserve would not allow her to do so. At least, not yet. Besides, she was not entirely sure that this was not some sort of strange dream.

"I suppose we ought to do so then, and quickly, before they drive us mad." She said, looking up to observe them for a moment, plotting strategy, tracking their movements carefully to determine the best way to set about this task.

She then glanced at him again, approaching this next question cautiously, as if she almost did not wish to ask it. "What is the last thing you remember? Before arriving here?"