Little Goat Mountain baby, if you like it

Coming up with names had seemed to Ksura an easy task- something almost mindless in nature, and yet enjoyable. Had he not picked up on some very I'll do it later vibes, he might have started brainstorming some names himself to offer, just for the fun of it. It was likely wise of him to keep his suggestions to himself, as he was already more or less encroaching on her growing family. 

She'd have to get used to a bit of that, though, he thought- if he was to help her build her army and take back her empire. Still, she wouldn't likely be so desperate for his help for long and he didn't want to earn himself banishment for being too annoying right off the bat. It was best to simply agree with her. 

"Good idea," he concluded, as though he'd been dumb to suggest anything otherwise to begin with. "Y'want me to find you a more sheltered place?" he asked. Some sort of den might suit her better, and he was keen to put himself to good use one way or another.