Alaina might live in a terrible place full of demons trying to break in and darkspawn magisters and red templars, but she has also opened her eyes to things like spirits. And spirits being helpful. So a giant being helpful? Sure, why not?

"Well, you did a lot to help," Alaina tells him honestly. "Next time you might want to avoid getting caught staring in her window." A joke. Honest.

"I'm a helper myself." She pauses, considering. A moment later, she makes her way to the window and climbs out. Sometimes it's a good thing they usually sleep in something other than armor or their smallclothes. "My name's Alaina." She'll just... leave off the various titles. They aren't necessary. "What's yours?"