If the Herian that stood before Avery now were the same woman that roamed the halls of the Spire, she might have asked something along the lines of and do you not make yourself useful in the kitchens? with a gentle smile that strayed into the territory of a smirk. Instead Avery is met simply with the slight quirk of an eyebrow, a gaze that is cool as much as it is curious.

"I'm sure we're grateful for your efforts, Miss Avery. Thank you for the kindness. I've no need or desire for speeches, myself."