She inclines her head deeply to Adalgoth before they step inside. The last thing she'd want is to put anybody to shame; she remembers her finishing school manners, and how to be a proper dinner guest. It's  —  comfortable. In an odd way.

The room is impressive, and she has to mind she doesn't gape. The two women receive a curtsy, deeply respectful, and a hushed, 'pleased to make your acquaintance.'

It tickles her to be preceded by the reputation of her horse, but only in a good way. Beaut can be her herald any day.

It doesn't hold a candle to how tickled she is to receive the golden cup, however. She bites the inside of her lip to keep from grinning, eying Teja over the rim as she demurely takes a sip.