[She has pledged herself to Aragorn too, but if she is in great need, she must find a way. Arwen has no intention of dying yet.]

Dreaming in a crystal helps no one. I must find a way to generate it. [Without completely demolishing her morals and integrity.] I do not need much, but even the most powerful of Elves requires nourishment eventually.

[She flutters her fingers against the cage and then does his job for him, unlatching the door. Holding out her palm, she encourages the parakeet to jump on her hand. Arwen is no stranger to the many creatures of the forest that surrounds Imladris and Lothlorien.]

She is as bright as the sun. [She glances over her shoulder at him.] Does she have a mate?