In her experience--particularly with Humans--it was better to assume a title and be wrong, than to be informal and end up insulting them. But she wasn't exactly enamored with formalities, so she smiled happily, giving him a nod. "Of course. Manabu. It's a very nice name. Does it mean something?"

She walked over to a small, iron stove in the middle of the room and added a few twisted branches she'd salvaged from the forest.

Ariadne really didn't like fire. But it was a necessity. And she was still a little cold from before.

Plus, she had a guest!

There was no greater hospitality than ensuring your guest was comfortable. Or so she'd been told.