The best answer Daenan could get from the raggedly dressed young man beside him was a quick shrug. "I don't rightly know. Dina's got 'er birdy taking a look at 'im." Even having been away from home for as long as he had, Grigori still talked like a pig farmer. Of course, in his state at the time, it could have sounded more like the grumblings of an insane hermit. He turned to address the stoic woman with the same voice. "What's 'e feelin'?" It would have been stupid to ask what the bird was saying, since none of the three had mastered their bond enough to communicate verbally with their familiars. With that in mind, the bearded witch sat on his favorite stump to feel about eggs with Anna some more until more was gleaned about this exhausted stranger.