Lucrezia knows she will leave eventually. None here have stayed longer than Stephanie has, as far as she knows, and four years isn't so long. "You always hope for my well-being, and you are wise, so I must only pray that all your wishes for me come true," more a note to herself than for Galadriel.

She squeezes her hand a moment, and makes to stand. "I would spare you my further complaints, and wish you only a most enjoyable night!"