*rises to her feet the moment she sees you, nodding gravely in acknowledgement* Thank you, on everyone's behalf. *barely tastes the words anymore (they seem to appease the media)* My late lord left some rather large shoes to fill, but we are managing.
*gestures to the seat across from hers* Please, sit down. How are you? *takes in the yellowing bruises splashed across your face, the care with which you're moving, and is genuinely concerned* I am sorry I left you in such haste, before. There was no time to explain.