Perhaps if she transformed? The urge is there, to shift to four legs, to let herself be a wolf to meet this other - but it would be foolish to let her guard down so in front of a stranger, even if he has a companion that she feels a kinship with. Instead, she watches him, her eyes flicking over his features, down to the sword in his hand, before she relaxes, just enough to breathe out.

He doesn't seem to be too great a threat. Not yet.

"It will come. Returning has been different for all." Hers had been easier, perhaps, due to lack of talent in some areas.

The offer, though, has her interest, and she steps an inch closer.

"What for?"