Two Rivers Isle a painful truth.

She passes him a confused look, it is brief. When she introduces herself Asa cannot help but wonder at what prompted the introduction; how odd, to find a stranger in the world and immediately draw out such personal details. It was different from what he expected. Not nearly as intriguing as the coy, direct manner of the last woman he encountered. As an after-thought Asa took a breath - scouring the scents he drew in for signs the woman might be ill, or perhaps afflicted by the season's innate magic to pull opposites together. She did not smell like anything beyond the forest, though. Not sick nor in heat.

He could have introduced himself in turn, but chose not to. Better to get a lay of the land - and its people - before committing to such a thing. In his world, giving a name was only to be done if one wished to give up their power; he did not yet feel that sense, not as he had with Niamh, and so he withheld. Instead he regarded the pale woman with a raise of his brow and the only question that came to mind: Are you in need of something, miss? How may I help you.