Arche's approach is slow, and hesitant; the walk of a student who is nervous approaching a teacher, perhaps, or - more relevant to her recent career - a contractor with a difficult talk to have with her client. The efforts of Master Hanako have seen to her getting clean, or as clean as she'll get; the sandstorms and other weather have rather dirtied her outfit again, though she brushed off before her walk here. It was a futile effort.

As most of Arche's efforts seem to be.

Arche desperately wishes she had her staff; failing that, any staff would do, as it's something to hold in her hands and make gestures of respect feel less awkward and stilted. As it stands, she clasps her gloved hands on front of her lap and bows low as she approaches the Ferryman's personal space, raising her head and then her body only after long moments. Her voice is unusually quiet, a far cry from the confident student she once was, or the professional she recently ceased to be.

"I am given to understand that we are in your care, Mistress Ferryman," Arche greets, and she curses herself for how awkward it sounds. Like she's a first-year again, Thirteen take it all. "...Thank you. For looking out for us."

The urge to just blurt out her questions is strong. Flauder encouraged it in her, excited at his talented pupil, but this is not Archmage Flauder; this isn't even any of the afterlives Arche might have expected. It costs nothing to be polite. So why is it so hard?