[The huge white wolf was disconcerting. The pricklemane is entirely to colorful to be real, and the people in helmets are unlike anything he's ever seen before. But NOTHING prepared him for the dark purple talking unicorn that speaks like it's from a courtly song. He wonders if it's rude to mention that she's a horse, and decides it might be.]

You... have my thanks for the telling me about Brienne.

[He is, as he told Tony, relieved for Brienne's sake that she's not here, but knowing for sure that she's not here, that he is the lone person from his world, is a bit of a jolt. He'd been holding out hope that he'd hear a familiar voice. And the fact that no one else from his world has tried to contact him means they aren't either. As angry as he's been at some of his family in the past, he'd give a lot to have at least one of them here.]

[He notes her glance at the hand. He should be used to people taking note of it by now, and the... unicorn doesn't seem to have any malice in the way she looks at it, but still, it irks him.]

I suppose I wouldn't offer my friendship to them because most of them wouldn't want it. My family is... obeyed, but not well-loved, and I am one of the less popular members.