Ylva is silent through the exchange, but there's an alertness to her as she watches and listens closely, and a tension as of someone coiled and ready. Her expression is solemn, a carefully practiced polite blankness.

She smiles at the end, though. "Thank you," she repeats, and manages an inexpert sort of bow. "I hope you like it."

And then she just... turns and makes for the door.