Her head snaps up at the question - eyes blinking uncertainly back at his for a moment before she nods and mumbles a quick affirmative, turning quickly to rap on the kitchen door (and to hide the color that wants to rise in her cheeks).

"We're leaving, Tobias!" she shouts, receiving a clang of pans for her answer and turning back to Tristran with a nod. "He'll be following us in a minute."

A light sigh, stepping forward, "As ready as I am going to be, one supposes."