She rubs against him, purrs, when she senses the disorientation. Artemesia toasts him with a 'Well met," of her own.

"Thank you," Xenophon and Kirke say in unison. "Are the rooms here...reliable?" Kirke asks.

Artemesia chuckles. "Fairly. Though my home is a bit empty these days, with the children grown. Penelope won't mind having guests for a few days. Was complaining about the quiet just yesterday."