Yana nodded her reply to the maids question enough to let the woman know she was before entering the home, Yana shucked her cloak leaving it upon a hook. It was pristine and simple, clearly someone rather elderly lived within. Yana was good with the older people of society they offered wisdom and grace two things younger people thought they had in abundance but really was vigorous youth and willful ignorance.

As Lady Whistlebottom rose Yana entered the space giving a generous deep bow, "I am my lady, please," she'd gently take the older woman's arm and help her return to her seat. Her earthy brown eyes seemed to light up more than her seemed to appear to show, she loved cats, so before she took the offered seat she stooped down to gently pet the cats making a 'psp-psp' noise.

Yana loved the way her surprise touch made both of them 'meow' lowly and stretch.

Reluctant to stop Yana tore herself away from the cats to sink softly in her seat, tucking her her long garments under her lady like crossed legs. Despite being a solider Yana was petite but lean a factor hidden under her layers of clothing.

"Tea and cookies sound almost to good to pass? If that's available," Yana for a quiet person often mistaken for brooding had a bright warm face which didn't betray to much her maturity, her young eyes helped relay her youth, "But please no fuss Prudance, tea will be just as fine," and as Yana was warm enough she declined the throw.

"My parents suggested I seek your services," Yana got to the point and she sounded nervous, "A matchmaker they say? I'm curious as how the process works, so please forgive any perhaps over used questions of inquiry. I have three years," a small bit of nervous laughter escaped her as her hands in her lap nervously rubbed one another but not excessively of course, "I won't claim to be picky but...I don't want to settle."

Yana sat quietly listening to her questions and concerns being relayed from the kind elderly woman. That quiet reflection was of mild relief as Winifred confirmed settling wasn't a healthy choice and that they had a splendid amount of time to actually pick a husband, she could have almost danced! Yet she didn't, it wouldn't be proper. Yana nodded when asked questions, she did agree they were of one mind.

"Two sugars please," she responded picking up one of the cats enjoying the soft purring. She looked at Winifred, "What would you like to know about me?" Yana suddenly using the question to ponder what she knew even about herself that was worth knowing? She was a Zak which meant she came from a rich and old family, Yana came with a higher station and the luxuries of life. Yana was an honorable woman and her virtue was still in tact and true, she served her Lady Marshal and her kingdom daily.

"And do...marriages of love exist Lady Winifred?" genius curiosity.

Yana took the time to listen to the older woman, gave her time to think about what she was asked about herself. All of it sounded sweet yet to good to be true, perhaps once in life someone got to marry for love but...should she hold to hope?

Winifred was sweet and clearly had lived a lifetime, Yana cut her eyes away at the finality of it all staring into her tea. Her late husband.

She picked up a cookie and bit into it, "I'm sorry about your Bertrand," and Yana meant it covering her mouth with the back of her hand, "Sorry," she apologized and swallowed washing the rest down with a sip of tea. Sitting everything down she picked at her nails, mind still blank with what she was looking for or what she wanted, "I would like a husband who is, um, well like me occupation wise...I serve the Kane Troops and of course the Crown," she lacked faith in Iliana if she was going to be honest but it wasn't her place to say or do anything about it, "Someone who isn't in a rush...to you know, make children. I will one day but I still believe twenty to twenty three is to young," as she talked more about it all of it was just spilling out, "An older gentleman," she blushed and once again looked away, "But as for me? I...I. um like to ride horses and being a soldier, apple pie, and cats."

Looking back at Winifred she shrugged, "That's about it my lady."

Yet younger men seemed like rabbits to Yana, bang bang bang and produce almost a child every time, that was what Yana wanted to avoid. Older men may want a child but with Yana they would have someone younger with more time, she had learned a few tricks from older women about how to avoid the deed so she had that too.

"Ten to fifteen years older maybe? Twenty max, " she replied.