Her laugh is music that never fails to lift his spirits. He's missed simply holding her more than he'd been letting himself think on, and he'll continue to hold on for as long as she feels they can get away with.

She knows this world while he does not. Yet.

Knowing the Marchwarden is here and has been protecting Galadriel helps, a little. But Celeborn still pulls back with a frown, searching for any lingering sign of injury despite her saying there is none.

"I should have done more to them." Even though the demons he's fought aren't the same who attacked his wife. "Who else is here?" A quick glance around, taking in a few more details, has him turn back to her. Certain details had been noticed but dismissed, but now are obvious.

"Thranduil?" Another ally, but is he still here?