Alexis seemed a bit taken aback by the worgen's words, in the stories she had heard of other ferals they had been relieved to find help with understanding their new powers, but this one seemed perfectly content here, unless he was trying to get something else out of her. She re-lit her fire, letting it burn brighter than before, ignoring his question for a moment until it was large enough to keep her warm. Once it was burning strongly she began the slow process of removing her armor, starting with her gauntlets, then removing her spaulders, struggling a moment to undo the straps of her breastplate behind her back, shrugging it off and placing it aside. She sat down and pulled off her boots and legplates, only wearing the tight leather pants she wore to keep the metal from grazing her bare skin, and a thin, white, long sleeved shirt, both which seemed to hug her curves more than she intended. "You do not long for companionship out here?" she asked, stretching out her legs next to the fire she made, sitting on top of her blanket. "Surely you must get lonely out here, nobody to talk to? Nobody to interact with?" she looked at him from the side as she stretched her torso back and forth, giving him an inadvertent eyeful. She was curious how someone could go so long without being social, and her mind began to wonder how she would be met in Stormwind if she returned without the feral. Surely it would end up making her look bad, an insult to her family, which already wasn't renowned. This would be the first case she had heard of where the feral hadn't been willing to rejoin civilization. "Even with all that fur you must still feel cold from time to time, why don't you sit with me by the fire?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>