Typically, he might see humoring her as folly, a frivolous thing only to be enjoyed but never pursued and yet, perhaps there had been some part of him stirred by the idea of not quite being as alone as he often was. After all, her peculiarities were easy to spot from the moment she stepped into the light: she moved and spoke differently to others and that in itself intrigued Elohim. Misfits, it seemed, shared a mind when it came to what fascinated them.

He watched in silence as she seemed to mull over his words, his eyes widening slightly in curiosity as a brief flash of something crossed her features - not quite sadness, no, but perhaps a flavor of it he had never witnessed before. Whatever it was, it kept his attention firmly on her as she jabbed forward again - this time, he met it with his own, a mirrored response out of sheer curiosity. He had to know what might happen had he performed the same action as she.

Mine? She asked again. He could almost feel the question as it lingered in the salty air; he leaned back then, assessing her with narrowed, dark eyes. "Who else is yours?" He asked simply and then, with a flicker of his eyes to the territory behind her - "And who do you belong to?" A strange creature like her had surely not been raised by the wilds, not entirely at least. She had refinement, albeit an odd one.

And then, he rose to stand. He towered over her, coming towards his fourth year now, and yet he did not lean down to her level to flatter her. Instead, he stretched to his full height, a shadow cast down towards her. "Nobody's, maybe," he shrugged though he did not elaborate on just who was nobody's. "Nobody is for free." He again watched down at her, waiting and curious to see if she would understand the implications or just what her mind would come up with to understand. If this child was seeking something, he would seek something too. A shared journey, a fair exchange. She was a curiosity, a lost child in the sands, and he was curious.