Yvaine tilts her head once more, blinking back at the other woman a bit warily - the familiarity with which she speaks is vaguely off putting and, truthfully, the star is not one of the most social of creatures to begin with.

Her mouth opens cautiously and then closes once more as Tristran stirs slightly, mumbling something unintelligible into the material of her skirts. The smile flickers up helplessly when he turns and begins to snore lightly.

Utterly ridiculous.