There's something oddly familiar about this conversation, half spelled out and half inferred as it is. She was on the other side of it last time, but she remembers clearly- Menegoroth, Melian, and not quite knowing how to move forward but wanting to so desperatly. 'For that woe is past, and I would take what joy is here left, untroubled by memory.'

It never quite works that way; you carry too much with you. But Doriath had been a time of healing for her- and of growth- and if this place turns out to be half that for this young woman, then it will be a blessing still.

She ponders this silently, studying Misty's face for a while before speaking. "You intend to stay here, then? Make a home of this place, perhaps?"