Am I your lady so quickly? Be still my heart; such devotion is unusual.

[It is Galadriel's turn to chuckle then; her laugh is light and bemused and it trails quickly. The light around them is already turning rosy as the sun crests over the water. Kirkwall is dreary but the ocean, that at least looks as it always should. It glitters gold and white against the sky.]

It was lovely...but, I admit, nostalgia may color my memory. I cannot even say if I recall it as it truly was. I have forgotten much from when I was your age.

If you ever wished to know it, to see the world ere the rising of the sun, I would be glad to show you...it is...not something I have been able to share with the elves here. None who yet live, at least.

If not, well, I shall not take refusal as a slight, but forgive me if I ask after your people. I do so love learning history that I have not lived.