The handkerchief remains warm in her hand, at least briefly, having been tucked away on his person a moment before. Aware of her hesitation but preferring to let her decide how to respond with a minimum of interference, Alric brightens faintly to see her with at least a bit of a smile and willing to proceed, and he nods, gesturing toward her indicatively.

"Thank you, Lady Elsa. In your own time, then."

One hand rests in his lap, the other atop the pommel of his sword--a position in which it presses the weapon down into its sheath, making it extremely awkward to draw with either hand. It's mainly habit, somewhere nonthreatening to put his hands, his attention much more on Elsa than his pose other than maintaining good posture.