He grunts and glances back at her, climbs down a little more, then jumps the rest of the way, most of his weight going on his whole and booted left foot. "Damp, angry." He leans against the tree to pull his ragged right boot back on, considering his own state. "Full of grief I'd thought long past. For this place, I guess I'm doing alright. If I can get a little drier."

He straightens, watching her, and only someone either very observant or who knows him fairly well would be able to see the bit of hope in his face. "I won't keep you if you're still looking to be alone, but you're welcome to a fire once I make it. As thanks for leaving my things."