For someone like her, even as an aristocrat, she isn't bothered by the hug. Even if most people would mostly reach her chest when standing straight, for Daisy, it is contact. She compensates by bending down a little to look at her brother-in-law, smiling, holding both hands over Luke's shoulders.

"I've... been well." To say she has been continued to live her comfortable life, ignoring the many thoughts regarding her own life that had followed her with the realization she would be forced to marry someone after her studies end. "I saw Trisha a little while ago, but I haven't seen you in a while."

Daisy looks around, seeking for a chair that could at least serve her height more comfortably than usual, but among the portable chairs, she has to settle on one of them she walks towards.

"Can I sit?"