The other looked at him for a moment, a crooked smile curling his lips upward before his delayed response came. "The name's Silas. Nice to officially meetchya." He then took a sip out of the canteen himself before sealing it and standing. "We should probably get going soon. The food will only last us until we get there if we don't hang around graveyards and chitchat." He was pretty passive, not making anymore mention to the magic nor further questioning the other's situation before hopping into the saddle and patting the bedding folded up behind it. It looked like he had almost planned to pick up a passenger with the way that his luggage formed a sort of second saddle. He would likely assure anyone otherwise if asked.