( he's not unused to people looking like they've fallen out of a fairytale. it'd be judgmental of him to be, considering he quite literally has, though it's not something he admits. he wears what he's gotten since arrival, so it's not quite as modern as he used to be. and he has to keep to a cloak, necessary to cover his face as he goes from town and back again.

he hopes her new companion isn't a werewolf, though he suspects she would know if it was. unless the wolf was trapped in that form, a rather horrid fate as he understands it. he thinks wearily of the werewolf he'd met so passingly during his captivity by the queen, but now is not a time for reminiscing, painful or otherwise. )

If he's like mine— ( Graham rubs a fond touch over his brother's head, and the wolf seems to relax slightly at the gesture, ) Then I could teach you a bit about how he thinks. What he likes. It might help, if you're interested in learning.