Respect tends to come with kindness, your majesty. [If she sounds amused, it’s because she is. If only because sounding concerned every three seconds seemed to be quite useless. They are not friends either, so she doesn’t squeeze his hand as she wanders past him into the bedroom but she does let their shoulders brush together, just a moment of contact, a silent thank you.

It is a beautiful room, but of course they are in a King’s palace. She is examining the craftmanship of an interesting vase when another person comes into the room quiet as a mouse. She blinks. There were, sometimes, servants in Menegroth or apprentices who did things for their masters as payment for studying their craft but she was not the kind of elf who ever had a need for one. Animals were usually her only helpers, them or the trees themselves.

Her smile for the serving girl is warm and bright, putting more effort into some of that elven charm she had but rarely used.] It is good to meet you. [She says to the girl before looking to Set.]

Somehow I doubt I will have to go find Thoth. He is very interested in listening to me babble like a brook.