The ghostly hand in the stone reached out for Mari's soulfinger, touched and joined it - travelled back through the golden light - the long way through the stone - leaving it - reaching Mari's body - travelling through her heart and ending at its goal: Mari's shoulders, where Elendirill had his hands.
A strange feeling - Mari knew with certainty: this was Feraila, reaching out for her one-and-only love: Her husband. And she felt thankfulness for being useful as a channel for these elves and their strong love, a bittersweet joy - and a desperate hope, both would be reunited again - be it in this life or in another dimension... She felt their silent love travelling back and forth... An endless everstreaming conversation, she was allowed to take part in - as a silent observer.
