*remembers why she came here in the first place* *drops her hand and keeps her eyes carefully trained on your face*
I'm not sure who I'm here to tell, to be perfectly honest. *tries to look past you, at Glorfindel (and anyway, it's a good excuse to make herself stop staring at the marks on your neck)* I just got a call from Aerandir. Pete—Lord Glorfindel's Pete—fell on a patch of ice and hit her head. *quickly, catching your eye again* She's okay. But she's talking nonsense and she refuses to go to the hospital and... My lord, she keeps asking for you.