She takes it with a grateful look, a smile even. She's missed wine, and she's only found a few people that seem to even have it. Granted it tastes different to what she is used to, but it's still wine. She could be content to sit and drink it with him in conversation.

It reminded her of home, almost. Though that was a far too private thought.

"The Duchess of Richmond? Aye, she does." Another woman she only knew through stories, but she'd been a mother to a dynasty and it was hard not to know of her. "She and my mistress do not always get along, though Her Majesty was loyal to the King, even in the face of deceivers that would cause even more strife." It was easy to talk of these things like it didn't matter. After all, the entire court was dead and the rulers of this land long turned to ash.