*has just about picked her jaw up off the table when she hears the click that signals disconnection (but she finds she's having difficulty doubting a word you've said—about Glorfindel's own feelings too, maybe)*
*hastily snaps her phone shut and looks across to Glorfindel, the corners of her mouth turned down (I thought you were in it for the long haul but what do I know about long hauls?)* Um. Sorry. I guess you'll have to find someone else to give you that second opinion. *as it dawns on her that you've already turned some intangible page* Seems like he's pretty busy. *eyes Glorfindel's cast concernedly* You sure there isn't going to be any permanent damage, though?