[The sudden appearance of the girl (grey-skinned with horns, and also she flies? But let's be honest, Lysander, you've seen stranger in your travels, even if she does rather resemble Fair Folk, no reason to cause a panic now is there?) pulls his gaze, a chuckle escaping him despite himself.]

Well, I suppose that would be a better description. Doesn't seem to be much we can do for now, though.

[Rhia would be panicking about this point, and he would get to that point before too long himself.]

Unless the Receptionists they mentioned might be able to do something.

[He pauses and his brows crease for a moment before he turns back to Aradia, offering a slight bow.]

I'm sorry, where are my manners. Lysander, House Parsalin.