Meanwhile, back outside the castle.
The dark-haired fae-blood stands, looking at Talia intently for a few minutes before he finally speaks. "You must be Talia, the Tytalus Godiva mentioned. Your fairness, I fear, must have been beyond her comprehension. I hope her actions have not jeopardized our good relations. There are times, I must confess, she fills us all with such frustration.
"Drat it all," he says with a snap of his fingers, "my manners have completely left me. For that, my dear, you have my sincere apology. My name, if you will, is Robin of Merinita. It is, indeed, a pleasure to finally get to meet ya." He will then attempt (if Talia lets him) to kiss her hand.
"I do apologize, then, Eireann. Let's say that I suspected that you were not truly a redhead, but wasn't sure. And I say again that the man was a fool, to let you be bored in bed."
She smiles at Caiomhe, and dabs at her brow and bosom with the kerchief that Caiomhe returned. "What name shall I call you? Eireann, or Brigde? May I?" she asks as she motions with the kerchief toward Caiomhe's bodice. If she doesn't say no, Godiva will place the kerchief between Caoimhe's bosom. "Take this...a present from me to you. Whomever you are."