He nods as she comments about just teaching what he knew. In this moment he wished his grandmother could be here to really teach her about her native tongue. He wished he could have learned more not only from her, but his own mother too. He was about to ask her what word she wanted to know first, but her nervous voice stopped him. He was surprised to hear her ask for his help in learning about the Forest. Once again, something his grandmother could have done beautifully.

His large head nods again at her request. It wasn't in his nature to say no even if he wanted to. If he could help, he would. "Sure I can show you around." His head shakes to the side as she apologizes for asking so much of him. "Not at all." He smiles. "I don't mind." He tosses his head, urging her to follow, as he ventures into the Forest. "Craobh," he says as his nose bops a tree. "As you know the forest is full of them. They provide us with shelter from the rain and protection from the wind. The shodws they cast at night can help shield us from enemies." Duh, she could probably figure all that our herself.

"If you respect the forest it will respect you." His gentle eyes look around at the trees. "Dòigh Nàdair." His eyes travel back to Baba Yaga. "It means the way of nature. Creating trust." He smiles.