[Ah, that's what one gets for revealing a little much of the hand a little too quickly. She grins, though, quickly covering the mild accident with a flourishing gesture with her other hand as she speaks--not moving the one with the sleeve Midna's toying with.]

My name is Altalita Bastion. [She gives a sweeping motion of her arm, and an incline of her head, not a full bow, given the way she's lounging, but certainly close enough as she can get without getting up. Like y'know. A normal person.]

[The silk is smooth, soft, and only as warm as Altalita's body temperature. Airy, easy enough to keep one comfortable even when everything's at its warmest.]