Lucrezia notices it, something she can't quite fathom hiding behind Galadriel's eyes, though she thinks it has something to do with loss and sadness. Her complaints must seem small to the things the elf has seen in her long life. How can she ever begin to understand?

She takes her hand to kiss her knuckles instead, each of them. "I would not have you grieve even if you did watch me age. You will see, I would be the happiest still when I am with you."