She waves her hand. "Probably." They do not stand on much ceremony, here in the Mark, but yes, there are rules. For formal functions, at least. For a mid-week super, with no visiting dignitaries or nobles from far-off territories, there's not much point in standing on ceremony. By all accounts, Eskel could be considered an emissary from a foreign land, and would therefore be expected to sit beside her! "I will see if there is aught in storage that might suit you," she adds. "My cousin was a large man, but I fear you are larger still."

Shifting a little in his lap, she arranges herself to be more comfortable, curling her arm around his shoulders and slowly raking her fingers through his hair. "Tell me about your day?"