There really wasn't much to say; A safe place to rest was being offered and Cimmerade would be a prideful fool to turn it down. Sure, some of the nobility in his situation wouldn't let themselves sink so low as to accept the aid of their so called 'lessers' but there was a reason he had chosen the path of the 'Outcasts'. Following the friendly plant man, the hooded Twili braced himself to go back out into the sunlight. His clothing might have protected him from its harmful effects but that still didn't make dealing with such bright lights an enjoyable experience. 

"Thank you. I don't believe many would offer to help a random stranger in need." Cimmerade said honestly.