For Elrond, seeing his childhood friend bloodied and battered is hard, it creates a gut wrenching feeling he can barely describe but feels an indescribable concern. While Elves heal much faster than humans, they still suffer injuries until they have healed.

Elrond and his best friend were inseparable when they were young Elflings, always sneaking off to play in the sands of the beach, or to play hide and seek within the trees of Lindon, always pranking each other and sharing secrets and gossip.

So seeing her lying on the healer bed as she has her wounds tended to brings about a sense of protectiveness in Elrond. He had been concerned for her safety the moment she had set off with the rest of the Armies for the Southlands to fight the battle against Adar, whom was not defeated in the end sadly, and many Southlanders, Númenóreans and Elves lost their lives as a result of the eruption of fire, the black forest now a lurking realm of doom and death that few survive.

The moment his friend had returned home on horseback, covered in blood and bruises, sporting several injuries and grievous wounds, Elrond could barely focus on his duties as Herald, his mind conflicted with concern for his friend, though he is aware that she will recover, it still pains him to know how close to death she had come during the battle in the Southlands.

After finishing his duties for the day, High King Gil-galad had allowed Elrond to finish for the day, meaning he can go visit his friend in the healers room. He gently knocks on the before stepping inside, seeing her sitting up in the healer bed, her wounds having been freshly cleaned and bandaged.