She insists it is better to be cautious and he doesn’t dare convince someone that the world is safe when he would not be around to make sure of such a state for her. Her eyes roll and he peaceably accepts the nonchalance. Her question about his identity is more interesting by far than arguing the state of being safe or no. He offers, expecting it to be likely she will then accept a trade for her own, cautious as he remained with her odd spark. Her own reaction to his is mirrored with hers, as hers was two syllables beyond his own. “Tarasynora. It is a healthy sized name. Does it mean anything? I have always been quite interested in Etymology.”
He asks her about her newness then and she responds with about the same answer as he had expected from the start. "Fairly new, I only washed up a bit ago." He nods, smiling and finally deciding to sit, despite the light that seemed ‘off’ and ‘unusual’ keeping his nerves and senses alert. “It is good, then, that you now know about nights. It would be good for you to find a temporary home nearer to a pack, the great beasts are not as likely to attack then. Already there have been a few who lost lives over their hunger.” He seems a little saddened by the statement, but nevertheless, he moves along all the same.
“Did you wash up from the beaches of Glorall? Diveen? Asteraia? Maybe the newly assimilated tundra above the plains?” He tilts his head, truly curious about where exactly she had washed up. “Was there anything you were looking for when looking for a home? Perhaps, even if not within a pack, I can help you find someplace safe to den while you linger in Moladion?”