While he gives her only a single name, something about the way he carries himself, or maybe just the twenty years she spent as a servant girl in the castle kitchen, leads Elora to duck her head in acknowledgment at the introduction — not as deferential as a full bow or curtsy, but a sign of respect all the same. Given the way he magicked her a coat out of thin air, there's definitely something noteworthy about him, anyway, aside from the mere fact of his stopping to help her.

"I'm Elora," she replies, keeping her own introduction as simple as that. "And it's okay. I mean, it's not, but that's not your fault. Besides, I'm kind of getting used to things not making sense."