Ryja pets him, and for a little bit, the touch absorbs her. He's warm, and she need warmth now. So badly. He's stuck in that form, and she's freezing. What a mess. But at least they can cuddle. As she listens to him tell her of the female Cybertronians and Caminus, she lets herself relax for the first time since Aster took her.

"Thank you. I do not know if there are words for what I am, or the way my body is. Whatever the variety of woman I might be called, I am one." Leaving the village wouldn't have taken so long, if she wasn't.

"And you? Taran was much like Ryja Skov-Fisher-Thule, in a different direction." She won't make any assumptions. Not like when she first left the forest and kept making very silly mistakes. Fortunately those she met back then were too amazed by meeting a Viera to notice.