The sense of love and loyalty over their bond is more than enough to settle her heart and she is so thankful for him that she is certain he must feel it as well. If nothing else it shows clearly upon her face.

"Of course," she says and just stands for a moment, looking back at him, before she moves to undo the strange Orlesian stays that hold this dress in place. She steps back as she steps out of the silk and folds the garment as it is placed aside. It is hers only until she has no need of it, and she shall not return it sullied.

It does not occur to her, as she undresses, that she is also removing the Elessar that had been pinned to her breast. In Arda it had been a toy, something symbolic that stayed winter for her before she was able to do it herself. In Thedas it is what keeps her restored to her fullest grace. Once it is removed the light she exudes dims considerably, almost alarmingly, until it is a dull halo.

Unfortunately, the ease of her limbs goes with the Elessar. Without it granting her reprieve the full brunt of her soreness takes hold. She wears no mark from when the demon clawed her, but without the Elessar to restore her, her pallor gives way to a wide array of bruises in many shades of healing.