To touch is strange. It is not something I've ever sought out, at least not in the conventional sense. Even as a child, mother did not touch lest it be her teeth against our scruffs to reprimand us; even with Achlys, touch was avoided, something taboo. Solaris, perhaps, was the first one to bridge such a space and yet, even he is assured to keep his distance. The sensaiton of another so close makes my skin crawl, my fur bristling and rioting in response and yet, I seek to do so this day. Even though I still feel my flesh twitch at the sensation of her fur mingling with mine, I do not recoil as I direct her away from the storm. I must...overcome these things, I feel, or at least better mask my aversion. It is a lesson in blending in.

There is a laugh from her yet the wind steals it away before it can blossom entirely; I cannot help but flicker my eyes towards her, my head inclined to tilt ever so slightly in curiosity, unsure as to what has humored her. In any case, she seems unharmed by the storm and so, I intend to keep her as such. Her reasons for being here are her own if she so desires it but this is the least I can do to ensure an ally - at least, an ally in my own eyes - remains unscathed.

I wait a moment before I follow her into the alcove, only moving when I am assured she has found herself a comfortable place and even so, I remain at a distance, giving her what space she desires as I become seated myself. As she speaks, I take the momentary pause to subtly shake my fur, scuffing my paws lightly across the ground in an effort to dislodge the ice and snow. Uncomfortable, truly, this storm and yet, here at least there is warmth, dryness. Strange to admit that something has beaten me for the time being. Beaten but owed? I cannot help but snort slightly, my eyes moving to meet hers with a flick of my ear.

"You do not need to owe I or Glorall in order to visit the sea," I state simply with the slightest shrug of my shoulder, "When you came the last time, you proved yourself - your brother - an ally." Taviora, perhaps not with Amoxtli's fall, and yet she and he were welcome to the borders at any time. After all, I know the sea hosts plants and all kinds of bountry that the mainland does not possess - for her healing arts, is that not a benefit? Yet, I cannot help but interject myself, a bloom of curiosity suddenly gnawing at my gut. "I do not understand why it is you came. I am thankful, though. For that, perhaps I am in debt to you, no?" My lip twitches up in a hint of amusement, curious as to whether she might believe such a thing too. I wonder, in any case, what favor a wolf such as she might ask of somebody like myself.