[The names make him a little sad. Does she not have a name of her own? Must she rely on the throwaway descriptors of strangers? For someone who has often simply been called a "whore's bastard", Meng Yao empathizes with her.]

Here. [He holds a steaming cup out to her, unable to keep from smiling at how she chooses to sit.] Forgive me for reacting so strongly. There are many spirits in my world that might take on an appearance like yours.

[And they are not nice.]