She has more than one glass and a pitcher, having taken lessons in hospitality from Moiraine herself; she pours a glass with her bare hand before slipping on a glove.

"Indeed, and yet blood has so many uses, even for a bone magician. The convenience of healing almost makes me wish I had taken an interest in flesh," she says, with a skeletal moue of distaste.

"I recognize I know very little of where you go when you leave. May I hope that all is well in your world?"