Ciri waits for the Reverend Daughter to be seated first before doing so herself, planting one gloved hand on the back of the chair and drawing it back enough that she can lower herself into it. "Yes," she says, easily. "You may also address me as Cirilla, if you prefer something a little more formal."

(It certainly is beginning to seem that way.)

Whatever titles she once had which might have commanded this woman's respect, Ciri gave them up long ago.