Conversations aren't really something Ilde is participating in of her own volition this evening, not outside that which is necessary and the purpose of the meeting; she's quieter even than usual and her sometimes disconcerting focus seems wholly directed inward. It isn't that she can't be drawn, just that in whatever mood has a grip on her now she evidently needs to be, and her forthright socializing isn't really happening without outside intervention.

When he catches her eye with his nod, though, she smiles; it seems like a reflex, an I'm meant to do this reaction, but not wholly without warmth. It is good to see him again.