Come up with a name of her own? Why would she do that? It wasn't as if she needed a name to talk to herself. She shifted on the bed and then moved to try and catch the sock that fell off. That was the problem with beds it seemed, things didn't like staying on them.

"I do be thanking you." She smiled, "And I will be thinking about a name."

Maybe. If she didn't find something more interesting to think about. She had just ended up on a long-ship train and had no idea how to get home, making up a name was the least of her worries.