Krile Baldesion. [She manages to maneuver her blankets enough to curtsy.] A pleasure to make your acquaintance, though I wish for warmer circumstances, usually.

[She makes a quick scan of the room. No one seems to be looking actively for anyone else, particularly not a mother who has been separated from her child.]

You say your mother is here? I might be able to help you find her, unless she's already gone on ahead.