*has made some progress in tracking down your father, having benefited from being able to openly ask people who may have seen him or are familiar with his habits*
*feels a very little bit of the tension in her shoulders drain away when she finally spots the three of you talking (and you and Celeborn she recognizes easily enough from photographs in the local papers), though her manner closes up considerably when she approaches*
*addressing your father* Excuse me...Beren? Sorry to interrupt. My name's Káni. We met once, in Ossiriand? *smiles pleasantly enough at you boys, the strain of her worry still very much apparent in her face*