" Do you have a name?” Cyra asked, blunt as ever. “Or should we just call you ‘Oracle’?”
“Ah, forgive my rudeness. My name is Vara,” she said. “I sometimes forget that the people I know do not know me, in turn. Is there anything I can do to make you less hostile, my dear?” She nodded to Cyra. “Or are you content to remain this way?”
A faint crease appeared in Cyra’s cheek, the way it did when she was suppressing a smile.
“Fine, I’ll sit,” she conceded. “But don’t read too much into it.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Vara said as Cyra perched on the edge of the bench next to Akos. "

― Veronica Roth , The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark, #2)