Rowan winces at the tortle's bluntness, wondering if his lack of tact is something unique to his personality, or simply a tortle quirk in general.  She's relieved to see that Brunhilda doesn't let it bother her, however, relieved that she won't be called upon to serve as yet another go-between, though if she had, at least this one would have been potentially less violent.<br/><br/>Her eyes widen in surprise as Moss comes in for a hug, but at his still soft-spoken demeanor, she relaxes, and tentatively attempts to return the gesture, though it's difficult, with how large he is.  The contrast is even more noticeable with her so close, her height being only a couple inches above five feet, and on the slender side.  At least, her 110-pound frame would appear especially slim, next to his greater height and bulk.<br/><br/>"Thank you, I think," she says, amused at the backhanded compliment, rather than angered by it.  "I don't think it's mispronouncin', as much as it's only the way people speak, where I come from.  As for travelin', aye, I'm just passin' through.  I didn't have anything better to be doin', so I thought I'd start this direction, and see the island.  The volcano and the workmanship that comes out of the mines makes it famous, and I was curious to see what the place looks like.  I haven't made up my mind whether I want to actually get close to the volcano, as that sounds more than a wee bit dangerous, but I can at least say I've been to the island, so that's somethin'," she finishes, stepping back from him so he can finish his breakfast.  The moss and rain scent is pleasant, but she isn't sure what the other is, and unlike him, is hesitant to ask, only just having made his acquaintance.