[ Gareth at least greeted her with a smile, gentle warmth in her features. She shook her head in a small bit of assurance, waving her hand before her. ]

Worry not, milady, as I'd hardly act untoward in any situation, regardless of traditions or plants abound. [ A small giggle. ]

[ This girl, she... it was impossible to miss, wasn't it? Surely, she didn't look like her, but something about the quality of her voice, the cadence of her words... Her mind drifted to previous galas, in Camelot, of escorting Lady Lyonesse... She could feel her face warm even further.

Best not to think about it too much, but it was hard to not feel something tighten in her chest as well. That dagger that had remained there, had only pushed further in when her brother had left Avalon. A blade called loneliness... She tried to ignore it. ]

Would you, instead, honor me with my lady's name? I haven't properly introduced myself, either...

[ Another bow. ] Sir Gareth of Orkney, at your service...