There was a time such a comment would have flustered, or more likely angered her, coming from Claude. But five years had taught Edelgard a great deal about composure, and also recognizing that the reaction was the entire point of such comments, so the compliment about her appearance washes over her and she sips her tea politely.

Besides, it's not as though he was wrong.

"Thank you, Claude. It would be rather foolish of me to wear the crown all the time here, after all." It was actually something of a pain to affix to her hair correctly, even with someone helping her do it. "You're not so bad-looking yourself." He hadn't exactly been unattractive during their schooling, but in five years he really had grown into himself more.

"You're well, I trust?" She carries on, pouring him the promised cup of tea.