The bright smile that made its way across her face at the sight of Tristran (The waving is terribly enthusiastic. It's charming.) flickers a bit, tapers off into an equally polite curve of lips.

It's the dangerous sort - Tristran may very well be familiar with it.

"Yvaine," she replies - voice mild and musical and eyes just as calculating, but with many more years behind them. "Very pleased to make your acquaintance."