*stops dead when she hears that little voice and gasps* *crouches down in front of you, her hands fluttering up to frame your face*
Oh, my Ninquelótë. Oh, thank Eru. *isn't even sure herself why she's thanking Eru but smiles at you, tears close to brimming over* *recalls, in a rush, that they're going to a wedding and so stands up and hugs you close, just for a minute (an indulgence)* *takes your hand again and goes to take her place at the front and cannot keep from looking at you at least as often as she looks at the bride and groom*