What a mouthful. Zack maybe makes a face (just slightly), but doesn't comment on the name - judging by that bow, this is a fairly serious greeting he's wandered into. Far be it for him to make fun of a kid who wants to grow up to be a knight.

"Just like in a fairy tale, huh?" It's not a bad dream, and Zack's smile is a little more earnest when it reappears. Even after all he's been through, he can't look back and think differently.

"...Well, I guess I don't feel too hot." But he thinks there are better reasons for that than not being hugged enough (not that he has been hugged enough, lately - when his only consistent, friendly company's been a guy who couldn't talk or move or do much more than breathe, at all). After another second's consideration, he decides to hell with it. "All right. Why not?"