Her pointed ears are hardly for decoration. She's heard enough of this woman's conversation with Krasus to know now that she's wary of her and her unfortunate relationship with the Burning Legion. Even if she hadn't overheard "eredar", it wouldn't be difficult to follow this woman's thought process. She's seen that same look on the faces of more than a few night elves in her version of Azeroth to know what it means.

She sits up on her knees, tucking her hooves behind her and out of sight. Her tail involuntarily curls up close to her body, as if out of shame. But she still looks up, still looks this stranger in the eye. "Vastania. You may call me Vastania."