A part of her was mind-boggled as someone actually stepped through the door. She stared at her for a moment while her mind started to separate traits between her and Rhysand. Fair skin - hers. Thinner face than herself but not as narrow as Rhysand's. Sharpish skin - it's a given. She diverted her eyes as those thoughts became too scary - too real.
She spotted Myrkvan standing her and pushed the black wolfdog towards her. A diversion and distraction more than an act of necessity. "Hi," she echoed, looking back up. "Uhm..." She had no idea what to say and the split second of silence felt awkward enough. "This is Myrkvan here." She stroked the wolfdog's head. "I don't know if you know her. She's very friendly and gentle." The wolves were often a conversation saviour. They were easy to talk about.