*has set down her mostly-empty glass to carefully (i.e. messily and a bit crazily) pile her hair on top of her head and secure it with an elastic*
*gives you her best sweet-critical smile when she sees you* Arakáno, dear. You look well. *picking up right where she left off talking to Anairë* I wouldn't go so far as to say I'd wreck any homes. I honestly don't know what got into me. *blows a strand of hair out of her eyes and is suddenly rapidly blinking back tears* Oh, Eru, I'm a homewrecker. *flaps* Arakáno, you must know Elenwë well, don't you? You and she and I can all be horrible homewreckers together oh my goodness but he is sweet. Not like Ñolo, right. Or Fëanáro. I suppose that's why I didn't want to marry him.