Keyo looks at him. His tails moving side to side on the ground like a dog when happy. He tilts his head to the side. Thinking. <Old? Human old?> he says. Then ponders. <18 summers.> he says after a moment. He didn't know how else to answer him. <Why?> He asks out of curiousity. Lifting his head up. <Why you in desert?> he asks. He'd not had anyone in his oasis in like...ever.