Galryn kisses her dutifully on the cheek, closing his eyes when the crowd begins to throw blossoms, acorns, and other ceremonial detritus at them.  His expression is one of vague annoyance, but he brushes off his clothes with nonchalance and turns to make the necessary greetings, motions, and polite noises.  As an aside, during the hubbub, he speaks to her.  "I am Galryn.  A pleasure to meet you, although the circumstances are a bit sudden.  What is your name?"<br/><br/>He seems inclined to get through the formalities as quickly as possible, and he's downright brusque with some of the more demonstrative clan members.