She watches him for a moment in silence, mulling that over and wondering at what it might precisely mean - for where he came from (and why), for how he'll adjust to Baedal. It must be noted at this point that Ilde's friendliness (such as it is, Ilde being...Ilde) stems in part from the fact that she doesn't quite take him seriously; he's a curious sort of novelty, so far, one she finds interesting and sometimes amusing, like a string to be pulled along with claws.

There's no malice in it, for what it's worth; he's a very endearing ball of yarn, and she spares him the hope that he'll be all right here, since he has to stay.

"We will," she says firmly, after her brief mental tangent draws to a close and she deigns to reengage with the conversation. Sonja's sheer force of will can make anything happen, she thinks. Sooner or later. "Maybe you'll get news here."