Yorda blinked. "What is a monster?" she asked innocently. This stranger seemed pained, and Yorda reached out hesitantly to pat his arm - he was so much taller than she. She stepped around to look at him, unflinching and unafraid. Yorda didn't know enough of the world to realize that he thought himself hideous, and she certainly didn't think he was hideous herself, being that she smiled brightly at him. "I am Yorda," she told him as a sort of greeting. "Who are you?"