[ It becomes clear fairly quickly that Dorothea doesn't know quite what to do when offered a handshake, and Caleb feels momentarily very dense. Of course he shouldn't expect such gestures to be universal across worlds. Her fingers fit over his hand, and he--honestly, doesn't know quite what to do with that. He's run out of any cavalier boldness he'd forced himself to have. But she's clearly expecting it, so--

So he swallows his own trepidation and brings her hand to his lips. The of a kiss over her knuckles is too brief, and he probably releases her hand quickly enough to be slightly awkward, but at least he'd fulfilled his half of the ritual. ]

It is my pleasure, Dorothea. I come from Exandria--the northern part of the Dwendalian Empire in Wildemount, specifically. My accent is Zemnian, for the Zemni Fields where I grew up.

[ Her mention of Fodlan has piqued his interest already, though. This isn't the first time he's heard the name. ]

I have an acquaintance here who comes from your world, I believe. She was able to show me a little of the magic you use there, which was fascinating.