*feels singularly guilty for evidently having made you feel worse because, of course, pointing out the rubble of a favourite haunt was not at all sensitive of her* *shifts a little closer to you and fastens an arm around you, giving you a gentle squeeze* It'll be a joint venture, then. It'll be a whole blank canvas for him to work on.
No. She's not still at the Fountain.
*squeezes you again though she is obviously curious as to what has become of her* Well, good riddance, wherever she is. *softly* What she did ... Oh, we should have known something was wrong. It was just ... *bites her lip* Sometimes, Lord Glorfindel could be like that. Late to work, busy with other stuff. I never thought. Well, after going through the place, I think Aerandir's pretty shook-up too.