*was generally loitering just behind Ecthelion (and may have let out a little cry of discovery as he spotted his t-shirt on the top of the bookcase)* *tugs it on over his head and comes back to the door at the mention of Aerandir*
*all sharp worry (in spite of the unorthodox attire)* Eru, is she OK? So stubborn that girl ... what sort of nonsense? What on Órë was she doing there at the weekend anyway?