Geneva noticed that Davyn was chivalrous. Also, his style of speech intrigued her. It vaguely reminded her of things she had read, although when she reached for titles of tomes she was grasping at straws. Truthfully, she had not had much time to herself to read or record her thoughts during the latter half of this year. Since Pripyat's birth, her priorities had changed entirely, and her central focus was not gaining new knowledge, per se, but being present for every moment, and alert to everything around her.
"I am fine, thank you," the gray female said, politely declining his offered seat. It was very sweet of him, but she was able to regain a normal pattern of breathing within a moment. She was not even that winded - but her excitement at finding him in the distance had sparked a sudden interest in sprinting to close the distance between them. She hadn't been able to prepare herself for it, but she was glad to have found him.
She assumed the position he indicated and paced herself against him. This was not something she was familiar with doing. Most of her life, she had lived in human structures. However, she had had to dig a den or two in order to survive frigid nights after she had become separated from her family nearly three years ago. "What is the first thing you will do in your new home?" the lady asked curiously. It was strangely satisfying to think that Davyn would be living in a place constructed mostly on his own. Geneva had never thought of living in a den exclusively, but perhaps one day it would be something to try.