He'll be forgiven for not immediately realizing it's Ryja. She's curled up, under the thickest blanket she can get, very little of her striking appearance visble. Even her ears are covered. And at last, she has a mask. It's crude and still not technically finished. But it covers her face, and so she can sit out here by the fire and get warmth into her body... or at least try.

It's not working, and she doesn't realize he's there at first. And then she sees the spider in front of her and pulls down her hood of blankets. Her ears sorta pop up, the blue tint easliy recognizable. "Taran-tulas?" She hesitates over the second half of the name.