*is enjoying the music (and oh! what lovely imagery!) when she happens to glance at Ecthelion and observe him looking quite [as] pale [as a dead thing if you were to drain all the dead thing's blood and then paint it white]*
*concernedly*Ecthelion? *more loudly* I'm sorry, excuse me, Salgant...Ecthelion?? Are you all right?
*goes about drawing the only logical conclusion to be drawn from his reaction* Oh dear... *fishes in her picnic basket for Eärendil's half-eaten sandwich (which she promptly confiscated when Eärendil set it on the stair (germs!!))* ...Eärendil had turkey and I had peanut butter and banana...oh dear it must be the chicken salad.
*turns back to you with wide eyes* Salgant, will you be a dear and fetch Ecthelion some...oh gosh I don't know what do you even take for food poisoning?