She directs him with a series of gestures and a few soft words while he walks the halls of the Gallows. The halls themselves are not overly welcoming, bare stone and the remnants of the previous owners linger, but they are not so unwelcoming that they could impose. The baths are at the base of the tower and they reach them in reasonable time. It is she who pushes the door open when they arrive and, thankfully (a thought that occurs to her only after she has opened the door in), they are empty of other people.

The water in the center of the room steams invitingly and Galadriel indulges herself, for a moment, running her fingers through his hair. He will have to put her down to indulge in the water and, honestly, she cannot fault him. It looks comfortable beyond reason and she is still terribly sore from her manic exercising.

"I can restore your clothing for you, melda, but it will have to wait until morning. I have spent more of myself today than I should."