Wrema wraps her fingers around Hera's hand, holding on tight. It takes a long moment for her to pull her attention from the woman's face and look up at Hera, but eventually she manages.

Words are a little beyond her, or maybe she's afraid to speak. There was some comfort is not knowing for sure how much Meese Cauf anyone here spoke, in being able to pretend that this was their secret code in amongst other people's code that she and Sucasa found impenetrable. Instead she nods, fighting against an instinctive desire to hunch her shoulders.

Sucasa, meanwhile, leans into Hera's side but meets the Chiss woman's gaze with ease. She's not smiling, but she is definitely curious.

"Perhaps introductions are in order? Yours to me, at the very least. Consider them a confirmation, if you would."