Warja quickly dismissed the matter of luck being involved at all, putting the blame squarely upon herself. Well perhaps it was partially the case, a different location may have coped better in the storm but he still certainly wouldn't fault her in such a manner. A grin would still spread across his features at her response and he glanced over to the spot she had mentioned.
Mismatched eyes would fall back upon her as he offered a hand, though she was quick to turn down the offer, it sounded like he'd just get in the way really than be able to help her at all. Of course he knew nothing about the fact that the den and entrance to it would be more than a little cramped for the big oaf he was but he would simply nod his head understandingly all the same. "Want me to just leave you to it then?" He questioned, frankly not sure what else he could do. Evidently she had to clear the den if she hoped to rest anywhere tonight.
