For a long while, Yavanna was stuck in her own distant memory. Not even hearing if anything said something...not knowing, Saeril somehow saw the memory in her own head. When she felt Saeril touch her shoulder, Yavanna blinked...a few stray tears had slid down her tears. Yavanna closed her eyes; like she was trying to wipe the memory away from her head. Feeling Legolas press his forehead against hers...it brought a familiar warmth back to her. With her eyes still closed, Yavanna almost seemed to move closer to him, her forehead against his. His presence made her breathe a bit easier.