Galadriel does not resist his offer, leaning into him as they lean back onto her bed. The surface is plain, the mattress unremarkable, but Solas is comfortable and her heart is calm near him. She rests her head alongside his own, her arm is draped across him, and she hums her appreciation of this situation.

She makes to say something else, to thank him for his understanding, but she sleeps before she can. Long spans without rest catch up to her quickly in this world and the whole of her goes slack against him as she passes into dreams.