[Demons offered power? It was an absurd thought, and so outlandish that Galadriel very nearly laughed. If it hadn't been for the grim nature of Sina's plight, she may have done just that, but the account regarding the young elf was enough to stay her. Galadriel shifted her hands against the cup and there was a soft sound as Nenya contacted the ceramic.]

She is very young; it is a pity that the shard ails her so, and that your Compassion was so burdened...

[Her tone is a little less certain than usual, but the offer that springs to mind is not one she has attempted in Thedas. She has no way of knowing if she is capable of grander skills than what she has already employed, but she cannot refrain from considering what assistance she could provide.

After a long pause, she returns her attention to Adelaide.]

I am no healer, and I have lost that which would best serve her, but I can, perhaps...restore what was.

If the strain of the shard is great, I cannot save her from it, but I can see her health returned.