Oswald watched the retreating girl, then turned to the siren-skinwalker, a smile on his face. "I understand. No need to try calming me down, Celia. Ah, Oswald, by the way." He gave her a slight incline of his head. "My friend over there is Yuriy - the one who's made breakfast for everyone." He looked around the rest of the camp, making sure everyone was getting along. When he was satisfied, he turned back to the girl. "What was that about, anyways?"