Siegfried grew uneasy as well-- this environment, even after his brief time in the Romanian wilderness outside of Trifas, was strange to him. Trifas, at least, had felt like the wilds of Europe as he knew it; this small town in the Pacific Northwest of the United States of America was far removed from any of his lived experience.

Protecting someone without being asked, however, was not.

Noticing the other man's unease, Siegfried positioned himself to act as a human barrier between them and the unnatural world that they walked through.

Quietly, in a tone he hoped only the blond could hear, he spoke up.

"The people of Burgundy called me Siegfried. You aren't the only one who is ill at ease here. But, I can stay with you until it is easier."