Yseult's door is not always open, but it is now, so an unannounced entry is a source of neither surprise nor irritation despite that she appears to be in the middle of something. She continues writing for a moment after Silver sets the bottle down, holding up a finger as she finishes a line, and then setting paper and pen aside.

"Have a seat," she invites, though she makes no move yet to relocate from behind her desk to the less formal seating area across the room before the empty hearth. "A personal matter?"