Lyanna scarcely notices that her brother has company, engaged in conversation as she is with a good-looking gentleman. Aella follows his glance, amusement sparkling in her dark eyes as she watches his sister flirt for a moment, then she laughs and settles into the seat opposite of him.

She’s pretty sure no one who actually knows her would EVER call her a lady. But she appreciates that he has. It’s sweet. Gentlemanly. It’s kind of weird. (Humans don’t usually treat elves like that. She’s been lucky to meet a few who do, but the bulk have been assholes.) “I’d love to,” she replies. “But it’s just Aella. Aella Tabris.”

She takes a sip of her drink. “And since I’ve never seen you here before, you must be newly arrived.” She’s been here a while now, settled in. Even if she’s fucking heartbroken that Morrigan was gone.