It has been a long time since she's heard her given name spoken with any inflection other than Orlesian. That it almost as great a surprise as a stranger knowing her name, although she would be less shocked this close to Halamshiral. Here she is called anything from her given name to Starkhaven demon, both with varying degrees of affection.

Recognition does not come immediately; it has been coming on two years since the Spire fell, but at least the uniform gives her a point for reference, and Herian's mouth flickers into a frown for long moments before finally she makes the connection.

"Warden Serra." Her posture eases just barely. "It is a fine thing to see you well. Your guidance is greatly appreciated, though I suspect my companions will be better at ease closer to their kin than might be expected in the rooms of this estate." Cautious, mistrustful of this Duc rather than anything the Warden has ever said or done. "Know you where the elves are most commonly accommodated?"

She's been doing this too long to think they are anything but secluded in some way.