"Adalia?" She repeats and her expression falls just so. She has met Adalia, has read her heart and had clutched her tightly when she was the most lost, the most injured she had ever been in Thedas. She cannot bring herself to suggest wiping the woman's mind, cannot bring herself to suggest harming her, though it does come to mind.

Many years spent guarding a ring of power have made Galadriel...darker than she likes, especially in situations akin to this one. Yet, here, she cannot really conjure the words and for that she is thankful.

"The whole truth of you?"