She smiles softly- a little sadly, if one is observant enough to pick it out. "There is no need to thank me."

Her eyes flick up to the sparring pair and rest for a moment on Celebrían. It's hard to see her with a sword. So much of Galadriel's own youth had been spent in a time of war; she had wanted better for her daughter.

"I owe your brother a debt that I cannot possibly repay. Even my own life would not be enough; she is far dearer to me than that."