The gentle brush of his fingers stays her panic for a moment, his answer banishes it--but it does give rise to another question. He had taken it. Did he understand the significance of that, especially given that it was she he was with? Perhaps...but likely not.

"A bold choice," she replies and sounds neither enthused nor particularly reproachful about it. Thranduil is her kin here, just as he was in Arda, and while they have become closer than they were, that is not a grand and impressive claim. Here they are two immortals amid a sea of mortality, they are close by necessity and inevitability.

His disputes and the punishments he endures for transgressions? Those she has no stake in...at least, to a point. This? This is not that point.

"And have you granted the boon he sought?"