"Well enough," she agreed. She glanced toward the panther before looking back toward Severus. "He's doing well," she added. It was odd, and certainly no one at home would ask, but ... here wasn't home. Clearly. It was polite of those who did consider Iridia his own entity.
By now, she was more or less past the point of attempting to explain dæmon-person etiquette to people who would never meet another dæmon. Why make the masses change when she could simply adapt to the customs here? Granted, if he was interested she'd explain as she had before; she certainly didn't mind telling people about it. It had simply escalated to the point where she felt as though she was lecturing everyone she met on things they couldn't possibly care about.
"And you? How are things in your corner of the cage?" A soft smile touched her lips as she rested her hands on the arms of the chair. It was odd to not have Iridia right beside her, but ... well, she imagined he was doing his own bit of pondering about their situation and how to turn their new knowledge to their advantage.