For now, all Eärwen needed was him, to find what remained of him that she'd always loved. Everything else, language and understanding the modern world, could wait. And now she turned slightly, leaning against him though the slightest bit tense. It was a step towards trying to find their balance, one she wanted to try now rather than risking making things progress more difficultly.

"Everyone sends their love, Artanis especially." She'd been the most encouraging when Eärwen had originally voiced her plan. They all had been but she and their granddaughter knew her pain. "Tirion is in good hands now."