Turning to this... creature, Amalia paused for but a moment. Not Pokemon, not a cross-breed from the Old World - at least, one she'd not been educated about... it didn't matter. It was her duty to be graceful to all. A flicker of doubt vanished, and she reached out a hand, trying her hardest to give a warm smile.

"Not Kalosian, then?" she mused, before adding: "My name is Amalia - it is my pleasure, Lilac. I've only read of this palace before, but I heard the owner was rather greedy."

And. Aligned with the big bad Espers. But she's not going to mention that. She's not seen any worshippers of the Occuria or the Esper - not even any churches. It's off-putting.