He closed the door and led in, not adding more to her hesitation. Once inside, he settled again near Taraja, touching her a little longer. For the youngling's sake.

"She is concerned, and uncertain that I should be going. But she does want the fog to clear. It has been getting worse, and she understands that, maybe, even one more person who knows what he is doing can make a difference."

Taraja nudged at him with a leg, then bowled them over with one of her usual waves of gratitude. Mostly directed at Midii. She had lost one parent already, and another while she had still been an egg. So, not left alone mattered much, to her.