She hadn't heard him and for that reason alone, she briefly tensed when he addressed her. With crisp motions, she looked over to him and for a few moments said nothing and then she shook her head.

"Melancholy, no. Thoughtful, excessively perhaps," she replied with a diplomatic smile. She offered him a small curtsey before she contemplated the placement of her hands. Settling on resting one over the hilt of her sword for comfort's purpose, she left the other one free.

"Cyrus, is that correct?"