When she gets that respect, then she gives it, her own head bows, and her hand lifts in her own people's greeting. Cupping the air near her face before sweeping it down again in mutual exchange. It's been some time since she had to - take up this role. Queen, not just hunted. Composes herself stiffly in the Barrayaran uniform like it was her own. "Thank you, your highness."

Tit for tat, she hesitates a moment, where she looks back over the tray she's been tasked to bring. Looking at the bottle of wine and the cup, a hesitation in the act but when is she is anything less than bold? So she goes to it first, pouring the glass of wine that she takes up and walks back to him to stand directly in front of him.

It's a declaration that comes as directly as she meets his eyes. Looking into them as she takes a sip, lightly, and in that way, she is still a product of her own time. She takes such things delicately still. But all the same, it's proof enough, she had not come here to harm or fight him nor be anything else but be in his command. Swallows it, her eyes lowered then to the cup to wait to see if anything else happened, but when nothing did, she offered it to him. Let him take it before she sits herself, arranging herself beside him.

"It's not the first time I have heard such a thing not matter to allow an end to such bloodshed." Continues along like nothing has passed in particular, as an equal to him and nothing less.