Daenan stood with ladle in hand, in case the intruder had to be subdued. Surely there were better weapons, but he generally liked to present as nonthreatening a posture as possible until he had to leap to the rescue... which granted, wasn't very often. The others could more than take care of themselves in that fashion, they just needed help with cooking, cleaning, reminders to bathe, and so on. They were certainly doing enough talking for the time being, and he was secretly thankful that Jet was keeping his beak together.<br/><br/>A thought occurred to him. He didn't have bedding for an extra person, that would have to be gathered and dried before nightfall if he was to stay, otherwise they would similarly have to pull up stakes if they had to wind up killing this one or simply evacuating because they let him live and as a servant of the throne, even a past one, he could be persuaded to give their location. What questions he had for his companions could wait until such time as they were fed and warm, however.