The bowed head of Lenora finally lifts, looking to the flame-haired Savage.
"I am aware of who you are, Mr. Nap," she offers, her tone polite and even, "It is perhaps a fault of mine that we have not met, but engagement in matters of my Blood have been my priority as of late."
A small chuckle follows.
"It is not my place to select the name by which I call you," Lenora says, "You're use of the name, while peculiar, signifies your comfort. I will honor that."
Nonetheless, she would remember the name of Clayton Carter, should they encounter one another elsewhere.
She would offer Mitnick a small smile. "Admirable," she said as he relayed his goals, "A fine goal considering the relative peace we seem to enjoy."
And there it was. The soothing tone of the Duchess herself chose to address her directly. Lenora offered a small nod, finally looking to Twist directly. A quiet pride settled in her features, it was measured and restrained, but nonetheless present.
"Yes, Alder," she offered, "The attainment was not without it's obstacles, but in the end it was determined that I was the most prudent choice during an assembly of my cousins."