He doesn't approach her, and Nana is grateful for it. This far into the pregnancy has her jumpier than usual, and she hasn't met a stranger in a while. The apprehension is far worse now than with a packmate, though there is something about his energy that helps ease that natural caution.

Her suspicions are confirmed when he speaks again. The poor man has only just arrived here, confused and alone, and Nana frowns in sympathy.

You are in Queen's Rest, the home of Fujiwara Dynasty, she explains, taking a step forward, wishing to offer her company if nothing else. From what I understand, your experience is not uncommon. I woke here as well, without knowing where I was or how I'd gotten here.

Nana tilted her head just a touch. Falkren, she echoed, the name foreign to her. A ghost of a smile formed on her maw. My name is Nana. It's a pleasure.

Another step forward, then, emboldened by the stranger's openness. You aren't hurt, are you? the priestess asks, blue eyes more curious and worried than anything else as she looks over him.