Duskfire Glacier trees will make a forest, trees will make a bow

Iana did not understand what he found humor in but, alas, he cleared it up soon enough. Followed by a question that distracted her from his former humor. A light shake of her head offered in return.

You're not taking up space. She would make sure he did not take up space. If he had no skills, she would be happy to take in an assistant. Perhaps even someone else could teach him a thing or two. If he already had something to offer? All the better. Come, tell me what you can do. She invited with a little motion of her slender muzzle.

If he followed, she would be happy to walk him through the territory to somewhere less slippery while he enlightened her.