The boy must have been there for quite some time. Visenya dared not to guess - she knew well enough that he'd been there long enough to fool her ears, eyes and nose into believing she had been alone. When she saw him, she inwardly cursed herself for having been ignorant. Hadn't she sworn to herself to not let all that lamenting get in the way? Yet she had let a stranger go unnoticed, an error she knew could very well be fatal had he been home to iller intent. Then again, she could not even read that as she watched him. If he had intentions, they had been lost on her. The way he moved was unusual, but certainly not enough to make any guesses. Was he injured? Unwell? Part of her recoiled at the idea - had Moladion been taken by a plague in her absence? - but she stood firm, unwilling to show even a hint of reservation over his approach.

She turned slightly to better meet him as he came close enough to really drink it. He was young but there was an intensity in him that seldom existed within the young. At least, it had certainly not existed within Visenya at such an age - that made her curious. It was clear though that he was no alpha-spawn or prince for he neither smelt of Asteraia (not wholly, at least) and though he was intense, he did not hold himself with the same self-assured dominance of a highborn child. No, it was an intense strangeness. Visenya ought to have known better than to be curious about it, but she could not help herself.

He spoke then and her head immediately tilted as she straightened her posture and met his gaze levelly. She was neutral, or as neutral as one could be when their face had turned as quizzical as hers. But she thought on his question nonetheless: was it a trick of some kind? Perhaps she had been wrong entirely and he was a scout, tasked with assessing those that toed the borders of Asteraia. Every land had tales as such - answer the wrong way and receive a punishment. Those tales never seemed to say what you gained if you answered correctly.

"Something," she stated with a court nod. "Always something," she followed up with after a brief look upwards, as if to catch the clarification before it got away from her. She was sure of it though - always something to want, to be, to see, to hear, to know, or to not know, not feel...but there was always something. Would it be the right answer? She could not say and so, she shifted her weight ever so slightly, a roll of her shoulder as if merely relaxing...but she was ready to fight her way out of the wrong answer if she had misunderstood.

Then, she held his gaze a little harder, her head tilting to its opposite side. "And of you? Nothing or something?" The tales hadn't ever said that either - what happened if you asked the question back? Would you receive the correct answer, or perhaps its asking was the correct one? The idea that she had found herself part of some game or test made her heart flutter with excitement. She had left a scared child who might have feared such uncertainty yet now, she felt that she could finally take it into stride as a wolf of her blood ought to.