Ye might know my mother better. She's th' one that does all th' diplomacy between tribes. Queen Elinor? Then again, we mightn't even be from th' same world if what they say is true.

[Her chest ached at the thought of her mother, wondering briefly how she was going before she shook herself of the thought and picked up her own mug, leaning against the table a little aways from him as she cupped it with two hands. Lifting it to her lips, she notices the shoulder sag out the corner of her eye but doesn't say anything about it. A stranger's problem isn't hers.

Instead, she snorts into her drink.]

Hiccup? Someone seriously called their wee baby Hiccup?