Letha regards her for a moment, mulling over this new information. The name 'Persephone' means nothing to her - it does sound like a lovely name, a Regis name. And while names like Hera and Pherenike are common in her family, the origins have been lost after decades of seclusion and xenophobia.

"That's quite a title. Are you a witch?" That's an innocent enough question, said in passing while she feels for whatever just entered her hair and blinks in surprise. "I'm Lady Letha Regis of Thornwell. I have no titles of importance, but I suppose by now everyone knows me as the girl who speaks about the dead."

Meanwhile, having been disturbed by the arrival of that rose, her crow has started cawing indignantly. Without even breaking her attention, Letha reaches up to scratch the top of the skull in her hair until he quiets down.