Danil's breath eases from between his pale lips, too slow, too steady to be entirely natural. Here before him stands an opening, explanations perhaps, willingly given (as far as he can tell). It's tempting, for it seems to simple, so perfect. This woman is asking nothing of him, merely offering her help. Help, that, if Danil is being honest with himself, he very much needs.

He licks his lips, and then nods, slowly. "Thank you." Just a bare pause and then slightly helplessly, "I just feel so lost. I'm sure...I'm sure there's other fae here," He stumbles only slightly over the word, "But I don't even know how to find them, not really if I wanted to."