Luka looked at her for the longest time, seeming slightly confused. “Well… you’re an adult aren’t you?” He asked, seeming genuinely confused. “Are you saying you still lived under your parent’s care? How long does it take for you to become independent?” He understood that daemons were slightly different from humans, but even so a mother only needed to care for her brood for a handful of winters before they were able to take care of themselves. What was even more curious was that she only looked to be his age, and he had been out here… for a very long time.

Suddenly the questions began again and he groaned in annoyance, rolling over so that his back was to her. It was going to be an exceptionally long night and if Cade didn’t come along soon he was pretty sure he was going to kill her himself if nothing else then to get some peace. “I am alive because I do not overstep boundaries.” He said, trying to make it fairly obvious he meant the wall. “I wouldn’t say I can communicate with them exactly… they can understand us perfectly, you’d be surprised at their intelligence. In my opinion they’re much smarter than we are.

He sat up for a moment, looking at her again, trying to get her to understand. “But I have a bit of trouble understanding them; I can pick up on a lot of body language and I kind of know what the different noises mean… but nothing like knowing words like I do with you.” Looking at her for a few moments longer the boy then lay back down with his eyes open, lying on his back so that he was looking up at the tree. Luka folded his arms behind his head, using them as a kind of pillow. In all honesty he was curious about the world to the North of the wall, but was having trouble thinking of any questions really worth asking.