Yorda drew closer at the strange being's smile and smiled brightly back, relieved that he didn't seem to want to harm her. She looked curiously at his journal, remembering how she hadn't known what to do with it when she came - perhaps that was what the stranger was trying to figure out. "Who are you?" she asked, stepping quite near to him (though not too close; thankfully, Yorda had learned something about personal space during her time here). "What are you doing?"