Witch's Marsh please let me blaze

It seems they have found another word that they both know. Both so widely important that she is forced to wonder if anyone from everywhere knows of gods and of home. Hesitantly the tip of her tail seems to wiggle between her ankles. She does not want to impose upon the monolith of a man but she wonders.

Travel together? It is winter and they have both found themselves without a stable place to go rest. She thought of what she might have to offer him, language perhaps and plenty of stories. Yet she wondered if that would be enough to gain what safety and security his strength could provide her when matched against others. At least until one of them has found where they need to be.