"Ayleth." The duck of her head as she accepts the tankard is brief, light, very much a vestige of courtly training without being overly problematic at this point. "Löwenherz, from the Allontanare clan."

And they were, admittedly, far from Allontanare now. It didn't matter so much here that she was Alvar's daugher rather than Maksim or Tobiah's. It was an instinct dying much harder than the others.

"I'm sure it's a pleasure. And-- I do appreciate the offer of assistance."