*is content to stay where she is, molded to your side and Listening for any trace of your assailant* *has another thought (Birdsinger) and spares a few moments to find Lúthien, and further away, Mír*
*lays her hand over your heart and glares coolly in the direction in which she fled* That would never have dared to cross Doriath's borders. *looks at you again, her eyes very dark, searching* What did she say to you?