*is on her feet before she fully registers why, her wine glass falling from her fingers to shatter on the floor (and she hears herself forming words (I'm sorry, darling, I'll get that in a moment, excuse me) but she is already halfway out of the house, corporeality a mere secondary concern)*
*reaches back along the fine thread that is you-and-her, senses stretched to the limit—and this would be no trouble at all, if they were back home (where she is Lady of the land and the land answers to her)* Elwë—