[Liem is quick to reach for the chair that she begins to pull out, setting a hand on its back and simultaneously placing his full tea mug down on the table. Despite the tiredness about his eyes, his movements seem steady enough, even if his reactions are slightly slower than usual. He’s had plenty of practice operating on less-than-ideal amounts of sleep.]

Please, don’t trouble yourself.

[Pulling the chair out the rest of the way, he sits down with his body angled towards her, his hands sliding again around the warm ceramic of his mug. From her introduction, he remembers her mentioning something about destructive powers, but he has to imagine that they must be magical in nature. Certainly she doesn’t seem capable of posing any kind of physical threat with her body alone.]

I’m glad you’ve found the food to your liking. It is quite nice, yes.

[Not that he ever manages to summon any enthusiasm for eating, regardless of how well-prepared his food is, but objectively he knows the cooking done for the Regent’s own people is some of the best available. For now, he’ll settle for the fragrant black tea currently keeping him upright.]

Everything in the Citadel is also available for your use, should you desire it, which includes the kitchens. I’ve done a lot of cooking for myself, and sometimes engaging in the familiar is worth the extra effort.