He lifts his head in satisfaction when she responds without hesitating. There's a moment of silence while he subtly looks her over, and he's about to offer his own name when she speaks again. Stunned, he follows her line of sight to where the raptor is nestling, hidden, amongst the branches of a tall evergreen. It's too dark for him to see much of anything, but he knows the Watcher is there nonetheless.

" 'Friend Eagle' and I go way back. He's used to my midnight charades."

He eyes the mare curiously, wondering if his winged 'friend' had cried out into the night to alert him of Neassa's presence, or if it had merely been a coincidence. It if had been the former, he mused, then he is truly living up to his name. Solgar had given the bird the nickname 'Watcher' a short time after he'd settled here due to the fact that the bird seemed always to be aware of everything that happened in the territory. He was incredibly handy for telling if all was well in the inlet; it was almost as though they had a silent truce. I don't interfere with his hunting and he acts as my eyes.

"Don't call me 'sir'. Just Solgar."

There's a pause in which he yawns widely, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. "So what are you doing here in the middle of the night, lass? Haven't run away from home, have yeh?"