Each word that came from her maw was something new to be learned. Blood was in every creature here, and iron apparently flowed through their bodies as well. He had half a mind to lick the sphere he'd created for her right then and there, but held back on both suspicion and dignity. Winter he knew, at least. Not every place in his homeworld was much affected by it, and he avoided those places when he could, “South,” he said more to himself, eyes idling watching as his guest ripped and tore easily away at the harvest.
After his little display, her suspicious look and question made it clear she knew his intentions. It didn't matter; he only smiled, friendly and deviant at the same time as he made his intentions clear, “You travel with me and Aguipua as a bodyguard. Protect us from harm and teach us how this world works. In return, Aguipua will help you on hunts and tend your wounds, and you'll want for nothing: I can produce all the ore you need, put a roof over your head, and provide you a warm space to sleep at night. No more dens dug out in the dirt.”