"I didn't mean to imply they couldn't." And again her face feels hot. She didn't want to sound like she thought little of the skills of their living heroes. She didn't. She just...knows what lies, restless, in her own veins.

"My lady...how much, exactly do you know about me? I know we haven't talked much-" hence the whole bringing tea, and having a visit "-but what all has Maglor said if me?"

It's not the conversation she'd intended to have, but perhaps it ought to be. Half the reason she keeps being surprised by her warm welcome, is because she forgets that most don't already know everything about her.