Guess he'll have to figure out if she can be comforted, then. All he's learned is that form of it had no effect. And she catches when he flinches at the word, taking note of it for the future. Interesting response.

"No." She answers plainly, watching him. Why would she know his name? In reality, she knew his name. She'd eavesdropped on others, she'd heard the conversations, she knew every knight's name.

"I'm not omniscient." But she was polite.