"Aside from the antlers, you look like the dryads back home," Furfur remarks, perfectly happy to have the topic move away from himself and his past, moving around the campsite to collect stray sticks and leaves to get a fire going. Even if he doesn't end up brewing anything, a crackling fire is always a nice thing to have. "Granted, I've seen a few with branches shaped like antlers..."

A statement which makes him pause for a moment as he tries to recall if they really were antlers and they just looked like branches. "...At least, I thought they were branches, but now I'm not sure. Never got a close enough look, to be honest."

He shrugs it off and brings back his quarry of kindling, setting some off to the side and arranging the rest in the pit in preparation.

"Doesn't change anything to me, if that's something you were worried about," he adds, looking up at Night Sky and giving her a flash of a smile. "You've been good company, and I've loved watching the way you move, if I may be so bold."