Nahariel catches her breath slightly at the blinking smile, breathes "Aneth ara, da'halla."

She'll move to sit beside Pel, and then pause for a moment in a half-crouch. It's obvious she wants to be here, but, perhaps there are things the other First might want to say without an audience. So instead, she straightens to step out for a moment. "I'll fetch you some tea, Pel. And some fresh water from the well, da'vhenan."