[ There's a note of acceptance, brief, and if she arrives the next day unarmored — it's only in deference to the location, to thin veneer of courtesy spread across this. To be shown in requires little fanfare; she conducts herself politely, allows them as ever to lead her within. There's no surprise to it, save that, well.

How peculiar, to find oneself looking up to an elf, let alone so literally. If there's no rational basis for objection (What would she have him do? Crouch?) she still finds it faintly disconcerting. As though taking a step to find it missing. ]

Thranduil, [ Her head inclines in faint acknowledgment, posture drawn up broad. ] I thank you your time. It is reassuring to know that Lady Vauquelin will not be without,

[ Without companionship? Mn. Protection? Mn. Without without will have to do. ]

I trust the grounds sufficient for your comfort?

[ Her eyebrows lift faintly in the expectation of agreement. The grounds are sufficient to buy and sell her hometown, and she’d have a deal more to say of that were she less attached to their primary resident. ]