Glorfindel knew that the peridexis was actually the incarnation of wizardry, but that her sister had named him after Nita's childhood imaginary friend. Glorfindel still suspected they might be one and the same. He'd never actually tried to reach out to him though.

He extended a welcoming feeling toward the bundle of emotion in the corner, to open the avenue, if the other wanted it. Hugs were available.

To Nita, he smiled again and held out his arms for that hug.