Eleanore couldn't help but notice that when he bowed, the movement was practiced- not the clumsy half-gestures she was used to from most villagers. His name, too! Oh, where did she know that name? She couldn't place it, but perhaps it would come to her later...
"I am Eleanore Avellera," she replied, nodding and giving a small curtsy. "I do not have anything to carry back to the inn- at least, not yet," Eleanore added with a faint smile. "I was simply shopping for a gift for my sister. And- oh!" Glancing down, Eleanore noticed- if belatedly- that she had caused Sol to drop his apple. "Please, let me replace what you've lost!"