"Beasties. Griffins, werewolves, dragons, the like, they got those in your neck o' the woods?"

This probably explains that spear she's carrying across her back. Probably.

Hisk's not used to anybody caring about her but herself, so it's an odd sensation for her too. It's sort of nice to know that whatever this thing is it's probably not going to kill her, but at the same time the closeness to her mind is creepy. "I s'pose that makes her the least of our problems. Considerin'."