[ She's half-expecting him to say Vlad, when he speaks, but when he says another name, Mirena nods stiffly and acts for all the world as though she weren't just ready to run and leap into his arms at his introduction. ]

Mirena...of Wallachia. [ She searches his face for some recognition of her name and their province, but looks away briefly when she sees none. ]

There's ample clothing, and blankets, and there is soup over the small cookfire in the other room; you're welcome to whatever you would like.

[ The blanket surrounding her small frame is pulled more tightly around herself, and Mirena watches him carefully under lowered brows. ] There is also a hearth with a fire already built, but that, you are required to share.