Glorfindel simply brushed away the shards that struck him from the plates. The story was compelling and he did not blame Khary for being angry at it. It obviously still bothered him, even now. As an elf, he could feel the cool rage that swept through the other, then, after he touched his ring, how it gentled him.

"She sounds like an amazing person," he said softly. "Like one of our queens, even." He smiled slightly. "My cousin, for example. She is not one to tolerate fools lightly, for all that most see her as kind." For him, it was easier to understand some of the strange worlds if he could relate them to his own. Khary's was very relatable thus far.

Glorfindel waved off the apology. "We all have scars. The longer we live, the more we collect. While time can dull the older ones," no not really, but let's not get into his, "those still fresh can sting as though new quite easily, especially if you weren't aware they were there. Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked gently.