The Fade is turmoil for Galadriel, the eras of her life played out, disjointed and confused as she rests. It is not hard to imagine why she dislikes it--but the ease that comes with taking his hand and being pulled close to him, that is wondrous. Her focus rests wholly on him as she is drawn from the dark tangle of dreaming and then, as he speaks, she becomes aware of the space around them.

She has seen the Fade manipulated before, in part, but Solas's skill is far beyond what she knows. The world he has conjured has detail beyone measure, it is a mirror of what could be in reality, and even Galadriel cannot find the seams in it. She marvels, her expression open across her face as it rarely is while she is awake, and draws away from him just so, so that she can crane her neck and see more.

"Amazing, my dearest, you have such skill I would never have imagined could exist."