Lauralae is not able to simply sit and accept someone new, no matter what connection she might feel with them - him having a wolf makes her more comfortable, true, but it does not mean she is going to let down her guard. He is still a strange, someone new, someone different, and there's clear tension in the shape of her face and the clench of her jaw.

She does not quite have the strength to trust so easily, not anymore.

"Nothing." She frowns, watching him. Such a simple trade - training for nothing - does not sit well with her, but she can find a means of repaying him sooner rather than later. She's sure she can learn something that she can give him... She's sure.

Stepping forward, she nods her head.

"Very well."