Although at first she clutches her glass carefully with both hands, soon enough she spots the opportunity to set it on the table between them. It feels like the right thing to do to avoid letting herself be distracted from the conversation itself, so presently she places the object down with a sort of gentleness that comes naturally - especially when handling stuff that doesn't belong to her. Thereafter the girl lifts her gaze to regard Daemon with a look that would probably be less obviously concerned if she were awake enough to rein it in; the big, sad blue eyes really don't make it much of a secret.

Lips pursing in a frown, she gives a small, wordless nod, as if to confirm that of course he'd still miss his wife, decade passed or not. Fully prepared to listen to however he might feel the need to voice his mourning, Naminé doesn't interrupt - nor does she feel any need to speak up about it when she realizes a beat late that he's deliberately changing the topic. Assuming it's for his sake rather than her own, she's not at all reluctant to follow his lead.

"It's no trouble," she says automatically, just after having perked at the unexpected thanks. 'Friends' is one of those words that always seems to make her bashful, but she still manages a sincere, "Thank you for inviting me. I'm, um-- very grateful to be able to celebrate with you and the others." Or to celebrate at all, really, since parties haven't exactly been in substantial supply during her lifetime. Which does bring her back to her initial curiosity, even though it takes her a second to figure out how to phrase the segue.

"Although actually... this holiday doesn't seem to exist in any of the other worlds that I'm familiar with." Looking a touch sheepish, "I know you explained a little bit before, but-- I think there are some things that I'm still confused about."