Andy looked at Islywn's hand with all wonder. She knew this was some sort of a medieval greeting, much like when a gentleman offers a high court lady a dance but something felt off about it. It was as if taking the hand in kind will change her forever, and not in the way she can predict or even like. It didn't help that the male fae changed form right before her eyes, to a more modern look. To Andy, it seemed as if the fae were, to a degree, as whimsical as the old children's stories told them to be. But unlike those stories, they were also not exactly the saccharine or completely innocuous creatures as they were depicted. And so, she didn't know what to do with the hand, and just stared at it.<br/><br/>The vampire woman, however, had another view. "Take it," she said. "Don't you have any breeding? Any sense of manners?"<br/><br/>"Well, I thought you were less than a hundred years old," she replied to her.<br/><br/>"But my master is infinitely older than I am," she answered. "That's the same greeting as he would have done himself. I learned it from him. Or maybe, you do not trust the fae yourself, do you?"<br/><br/>"It's not like that," Andy insisted, but she was hesitant. "It's just that... I dunno what'll happen."<br/><br/>"Then show them your trust. Maybe you can gain power from them." The vampire said.<br/><br/>She sighed. "It's on you if something happens to me." She finally took Islywn's hand, saying, "I'm Andromeda Kirsch. Pleased to meet you, Islwyn." She was nervous, hoping that nothing will happen.