"No harm done, Ellarinne." She takes a sip of the hot drink in her mug, wondering vaguely what it is. Likely not alcohol, her tastebuds can still pick up on that.

She tilts her head in acknowledgement, and says, "I go by Keziah these days. A pleasure to meet you." Despite Ellarinne's obscured eyes, Keziah's own gaze does not focus on her face for long, skittering away. (The name is pronounced keh-zi-uh, not kez-ee-a... middle syllable rhymes with 'eye', serendipitiously.)