Rutile nods their head in a little bow. "I am Rutile," they introduce themselves. "It's no trouble. There are so many people here; it's a wonder we can become acquainted with anyone at all. Do you mind if I join you...?"

They gesture to a spot near Trahearne and take a step toward him, though they hang back, waiting for affirmation from the other Dreamfolk. Far be it from Rutile to intrude on someone's privacy.

"This is a pleasant spot," they say a bit later. "What do you blame your headache on, all else being lovely?"

There is no judgment in their voice, just concern and curiosity.