[ she lifts his hands, turning them over in her own, thumbs brushing the scars from the silmaril-- her touch as soothing as a balm. ] .. It is true that there are others who may not forgive you for your sins against them. You have done.. cruel deeds, for the sake of an Oath which I do not think you have believed in for many years, now.

[ she dips her head, then, pressing a gentle kiss to the center of his palm. ]

But I, at the least, am willing to forgive you. I wish you solace. I wish you healing. I wish you peace. [ she glances back up once more, and her hands gently release his, only to reach up, drawing him down as she curls her arms around his neck. ]