Blackfoot Forest We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

He was glad that his words seemed to have some sort of comfort on the woman, even as she looks over her shoulder to check her exit strategy. Sia tries to catch her eye as she looks at him curiously, offering kinder eyes than had originally been given. 

When she offer's her name, the ice bear feels as if he has been given a gift that he should not squandered. The softness of her voice, forced him to further let down his guard and his lips were tugged upward every so slightly. "Siarut." He replied in a soft tone to mimick her own. "Pleasure to meet you." The accent the flared on her own name, spoke to her knowledge of the northern tongue. He didn't want to push her with nosey questions, instead he relaxed his stance, loweing his banner slightly. Wondering if she had questions for him, before he asked his own.