Kryner assured her that they would be fine and he had a few strategies. As for what he regretted saying that day was, "Well I was wrong. If I was allowed to call you anything Sparrow tits would be a disservice to you." He said with no laugh or eye contact as he just stared at the fire. She couldn't see under his mask and when he didn't look, articulate his words, or add any body language it truly was impossible to read him. "I never said thanks for saving me back there by the way. So thank you, you were right without you tagging along I can't say I'd be as far as I am now." He looked up from the fire and at her before lifting his mouth piece of his mask and taking a bite of his beans and bacon that he stabbed through his piece of biscuit soaking in all the grease and sauce.<br/><br/>His eyes flashed green before she heard him start muttering or talking to himself.<br/>"No I didn't-... shut up old man. That's not funny. Cut it out." He muttered before clearing his throat and looking out to the valley with the dark moon rising over the world to give the lower forest canopy a silver shimmer to the branches reaching to the sky.