[Only after Frieda has confirmed does he step in by her side rather than some measure back, easing somewhat at the presence of someone familiar, even despite the eerie surroundings. He continues to watch the spiders there, not necessarily out of fear, but wary caution - after the flowers, he's entirely ready to avoid further altercations.

And speaking of - Frieda's question finally makes him glance her way, only briefly.]

For a time. I found little but mist and flowers - thine own efforts have found thee more interesting sights already.