She doesn't look up, though a small shudder when Thranduil says her name indicates that at least she heard him. For the most part she's enjoyed the anonymity of being in the tents with multiple other people who all need care more urgently than she does, but it seems there's still going to be attention on her from time to time.
And it's Thranduil. It seems... less acceptable to ignore the ancient elves, even if they're not technically the same. It just feels wrong. She angles her head back slightly, her eyes tired and red as she observes Thranduil out of her periphery.