Tyrion was certainly quite grateful for the assistance. The golden male heaved his way up once Daenerys stepped back. He gave a quick testing of all for paws, making sure he did not inadvertently hurt himself and miss something with the rush of adrenaline to get out of his predicament. Once he was certain there was no harm, the dwarf gave a bow to his rescuer, as much for her assistance as the position she had held.

"I am honored that you know who I am, your grace. I had hoped to meet you sooner, but my arrival to Spirane had been.. ill timed," he said. Of course, he would not deny that he had been distracted by wandering about and learning a bit of Moladin. It was true, that he even had half a mind to leave when Daenerys was no longer the power of the mountains. But, he stayed knowing Kalseru would need advisers, would need help. So, he offered what he could when he was able and when asked.

He gestured off towards a thicket he had been headed before falling victim to a stray snow drift. A conversation was better had in a more comfortable setting. "A bit more of a comfortable space, I think might be in order. Is there anything I can do for you for your assistance? If you don't mind the company of an old dwarf, that is," he said with a light-hearted chuckle. He was not much older than the lady with him from what he could tell, but that didn't change the fact that the years were definitely starting to wear on him.