Her gaze slants upward, lips twitching amusedly, and she holds up her hands in expectation - tugging his fingers in quiet affection once she's properly upright.

And then - well - oh.

The grin flickers just a bit nervously and she keeps herself rather close to Tristran's side. (Well, he has offered himself as a human shield before - she figures that the offer still stands.)

"It is," she blinks, clears her throat. "I mean, I am. Yvaine. Pleased to meet you."