It's very easy to settle and prepare tea, to mix things together and flutter around her room. It's not quite what she might have imagined, being a lady, but she is more than aware that she is a person of the Inquisition first - or, rather, Riftwatch - and a noble second. She's not even certain that her family counts her as one of them now, given her rather interesting marriage.

Byerly is the perfect husband and she is more than content to have 'settled' for him.

She turns at the voice, offering a careful and gentle curtsey before she sets the tea on the table, motioning for him to settle.

"Darling, please, sit. Do we really need the formalities?"