Gyrfalcon's Keep Asteroid

Vaettir smiled to the man's responses, simple and short.
"Not one for small talk, are ye?" She guessed with a well-meaning crone's chuckle as she began to descend the slopes with an invitational wave of her plume.
"Have time to keep an old crone some company while I gather herbs?" She called over her shoulder, pausing for him in case the giant decided he would join her or not. 
She wouldn't be offended if he chose not to, but the invite remained open regardless.