[It was a simple thing, little more than an unexpected word, but it made Galadriel pause her step and regard Solas more carefully, more completely than she had before. To date, in these lands, no elf had ever used 'our' when speaking of her, not until she had reassured them and all but demanded it. That he had used it, unbidden, was something both unexpected and precious to her.

That he considered them kin without prompt was enough to stagger her, just slightly; dramatic as it was, it felt like the welcome she had never been given.

After a moment's awkwardness, spent in silence simply staring, misty-eyed, at his face, Galadriel brushes the thought away and smiles at him.]

Ah, that might be true of intangible things, but I have never been able to draw with even passing grace. Perhaps if I devoted a thousand years to the task, I could gain some meager mastery, but I've not the heart to waste such time on selfish self-betterment.

Then again, if you are offering to be my teacher, I would certainly not refuse you.