[The table is, in a word, disturbing. It is not so haphazard as one might imagine a table with a bejeweled ceremonial skull to be...but that is not an encouraging feature either. Her notes are placed in the center of the table and Galadriel stares with mild horror as the mage imbues it with spell-work.
She has heard much encouragement about how simple and unobtrusive this procedure is and yet, staring at this, her fear has returned with some force. She reaches and takes Solas by the hand for a moment.]
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She has heard much encouragement about how simple and unobtrusive this procedure is and yet, staring at this, her fear has returned with some force. She reaches and takes Solas by the hand for a moment.]
I see...and that will be all.